Yo Quiero mis Pupusas!!!

My fondest memories as a child was traveling from Apopa to Aguilares with my uncle on his way to vissting his fat girlfriend and stopping in Guazapa to eat Pupusas by the side of the road. Fat older women with their huge smiles and golden teeth, bulging belly´s behind their flower pattern aprons. Lazy dogs and cats laying on the dirt floor, chickens running aroundand planks of old wood as tables, leather skin Campesinos with their straw hats, their Machetes and Cumas ready to be slaves cutting sugar cane all day, this was their breakfast. Big red clay comal being heated by chunks of dead trees and the women pounding away at the Masa. First making it into a ball , then flattening a bit, placing, the queso and Frijoles with loroco, or chicarron, or cheese and Ayote and laying them down on the comal for a couple of minutes, flipping them and there i was with 2 or 3 pupusas, with a shit load of spicy curtido and topped off with fresh basil salsa de tomate and a nescafe coffee. Man i miss those days, those days when i had some innocence now the pupùsas are hard to come by and i am just another fucked up drunk in Prospect Heights!!

I am such a loser but i remember this song, a tribute to the PUPUSA!!