I have noticed that several new blog-followers have been attracted by my entries about food. In the spirit of adventure, I dedicate this post to you, gentle readers.
Consider it a shakedown cruise to toughen your spirits.
As work winds down for another fiscal year, the cafeteria at The Young Human Factory makes do with ingredients on hand. And whatever appeals to the collective tastebuds of developing hominids who have weird tastes.
They like Chicken Bowl and bags of Doritos filled with spiced hamburger, salsa casera, and cheese. They have been known to eat their boogers. (Thankfully, the latter have yet to appear on the menú del día.)
So what the heck is that thing? I’m sure it has a name, like the Blob or the Thing You Eat Because It Smells Good. The menu christens it “Totchos,” which is the eccentric child of Nacho and Tater Tot Dos-Cervezas.
The YHF version has four layers: a base of tater tots, seasoned beef, refríed beans (which spellcheck insists are “refereed beans” because it knows things), sour cream, and a garnish of cherry tomatoes.
“Did you eat that?” you may ask.
“Heck, yeah!” I may answer, using the lingo of the Middle School Mafia. I don’t think I will again, though.
The family history of Totchos.