Who would have thought that a couple of pieces of bacon could end up frying in its own grease in a round iron skillet, jet black as the feathers of a raven? Who on the face of this earth would have guessed that the big green pepper would have fried in olive oil in another pan? The bread had to be toasted and the guacamole spread on it like green mayonnaise as a softly bed for the royal guests: the crispy bacon and the tender pepper. Before, the avocado was crushed in a battle bowl with a fork and with it went the chopped bloody tomatoes, the scallion or white onion, sea salt, lima or lemon juice, olive oil drops and cilantro and of course the Tabasco sauce with its spicy piercing punch. Accompanying the wedding party sweet potato fries fried in a pool of sunflower oil came to pay homage. The result: a most delicious pepper bacon sandwich crowned with orange fries. Who would have thought, that, like the music of Camela, something so tacky and “hortera” could at the same time rightfully be called sublime…?
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