Love those little street tacos. A bit of beef with shredded cabbage, tomatoes, sauteed onions, a squirt of hot sauce and a squeeze of lime, wrapped up in a tiny soft corn tortilla. We get them in Mexico; six for five dollars. Mouth is watering again as I describe them.
Makes a filling lunch. All fresh ingredients. Why would these little things make me sleepy? It never fails. It takes about an hour to walk back across the bridge, clear the border, and drive home; just in time for my involuntary nap. No coke. No beer. Just tacos. There is nothing unusual in them. Why would this combination of ingredients put me to sleep?
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