Cold Tortillas

Thursday, January 23rd, 2025 — 11:13AM

Look at me, pretending to be deliberate with my thoughts. Deliberate intention will go a long way.

As a kid, I used to watch my Grandfather put cold tortillas in a plastic bag before heating them up in the microwave.

That’s true deliberate intent.

My Mom would get mad, and tell him all about all the carcinogens in plastic, and how harmful it would make the food. He would listen, and I would listen.

Then I’d spend another night at my grandparents’ house and watch him throw them bitches right back into a grocery bag. 

True control and measured action. 

As the food was irradiated, the bag would loosely dangle around the tortilla, keeping in the perfect amount of moisture without soaking it.

The plastic bag tortilla was my Grandfather’s signature contribution to a long list of iconic microwave meals.

He must have spent at least twenty years nuking one of his family’s most frequently consumed foods alongside a Kroger shopping bag. He must’ve saved countless hours. 

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Earlier I had some breakfast tacos on a styrofoam plate. Like the coward and habitual fool that I am, I threw the styrofoam away and microwaved them on stoneware.

I then spent two hours deliberately organizing my thoughts on the matter. True deliberate intent. Deliberately intentional truth. Organized matters of thought. Hours of two matters. Truthfully spent intentions. Thoughtfully intended expenditures. Quality crafted carcinogens. 

I bet my Grandpa gave his parents shit for mixing their masa with lead paint.