tocino

It's sometimes funny how we are reminded of scenes from the past or of conversations we've had. Like a spray of hot cooking oil while I was walking in the kitchen reminded me of a kid at the shop last New Year. He had this small circles of burn on his right arm. I asked about it and he said it happened while he was frying tocino for media noche the night before that.

Well, I didn't have anything for media noche last New Year, but that's because we chose not to have anything. The kid actually sounded proud for having the tocino that night, and it reminded me of how often I do not eat breakfast because I do not like tocino.

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