Nachos are It!
Nachos Win the Title of Food of the Month

By: Levi Blackman : It took us a while to get over last months food, pancakes. After days, many hours of fork shoveling, we all sat our sticky plates in the sink and called it a day. A person can only sit for so long stuffed to the top before the person starts to wonder what you should do with your life. A void starts to form where the pancakes once were, and again, the search for something new to big joy to life begins.

I headed for the bar, leaving everyone else at Wal-Mart. I have searched that store and there is nothing in that entire tumor of the earth. When I got to the bar I sat in a booth by myself and ordered a root beer float. I’m not old enough to drink, and even though that is only a few months away, I look nowhere close to 21. I look 12, and I have accepted that fact. I never try to buy beer anymore; I have a strong fear of rejection.

While I waited for my drink I looked around at the other patrons of this bar. It was smoky inside, and most everyone hunched over his or her drinks. One person stood out though, a girl. A nice girl at that, and I am looking for something like that. She wore all red and held a smoke in between her fingers. Her nose was painted red also, the same red as the rest of her outfit.

I got up to go over to her. The closer I got the older she got, and by the time I was close enough for my eyes to see her clearly, she had reached at least 40. I almost started to pretend I was drunk, and that is why I was staring at her so much, but then I noticed she was drinking a root beer float. Why the hell not, I could just give this a try.

“Hey, I’m Levi” I said.

“Oh hey there handsome,” she said. “Ella.” She extended out her hand.

I grabbed it and gave it a light squeeze. “I would buy you a drink, but you might be a cop.” I said feeling stupid.

“You are lucky you are so charming, cause really, I don’t see what good this could do me.” She said.

I ordered a double shot of whisky. It disappeared quickly. My stomach became really warm and I looked up at Ella. Oh Ella, I just got myself way in over my head.

“So,” she said and looked over to show her smile. “I have never seen you here before, Levi.”

“Yeah, my first time to come here. I heard they had really good root beer floats. I see you agree.” I said.

“I don’t know, its my first time too, it needs more ice cream in my opinion.” She said.
“Well, I ordered one, so I guess I will have to give it a try.” I said.

The bartender came over and threw a piece of paper at Ella.

“You ticket, you need to pay it Ella.” He said.

She let out a little giggle and looked up at me to see my reaction. As usual, I didn’t really feel anything but a little drunk, so I just sat there and waited for her to talk.

“Ok, so I have had nachos here before. A couple times.” She said.

Suddenly any motivation I had to romance this woman left me, and I thanked her for the drink and told her she could have my root beer float even though I hadn’t paid for it yet. I ran out of the bar and parked in front of Wal-Mart laying on the horn until my friends came out.

We went home and I sat everyone down. I opened my mouth to speak and just then my good friend Vicky burst through the door and exclaims, “Nachos are it! We must make some.”

I totally forgot what I was going to tell any of my friends, so we all decided that this month, nachos are it! We were broke as hell though, so the nachos had to wait a bit.

Finally Vicky came through and brought over all the stuff needed and we made the amazing nachos. We sat around in a circle feverishly eating and talking about the wonders of nachos.

“Did you know that these great nachos became a specialty in many restaurants in Southern Texas right after their invention but went virtually unknown anywhere else on the planet. That is until a gentleman by the name of Frank Liberto decided to try to sell the stuff as a concession stand item. He made it easy to provide these wonderful items to people anywhere at a quick snack on the run.” Pumpkin Escobar said.

After we enjoyed the nachos, we sat back, just like we had done with the pancakes, and in a dreamy haze we exclaimed, “Nachos are it!”

We made a mistake though. The nachos made it very hard to move. It had to give each of us an extra 10 pounds to carry around, and doing the dishes were not it at all. We just threw all the stuff in the sink and went to sleep.

When someone got around to doing the dishes, it was a very nauseating experience.

“Nacho dishes are not it. Dried cheese and sour cream are not it. The dishes made me almost vomit, and I had to run in the other room where I screamed, ‘dude, if I don’t get unsober right now!’” Robin Soaphell said.

I disagree; I still think Nachos are more than it!

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