Please Drop The Torta

In Honor of buhdydharma’s successful move to Mexico and blog launch:

Please Drop The Torta
by Dog Staring Intently at You

So, I noticed you got a torta there. Nice torta, I might say. You got that at Ruchi’s, or is that possibly from Torta Mundo? See, I am what you could say a connoisseur of tortas. I even spotted you holding that torta from across the Jardín. But I noticed, you have not dropped the torta.

Okay, we both got all day, but that torta needs to take a fall. While you talk to your friend there, that torta is just dangling in your hand. You neglect your torta, while I cherish the ground it walks on. Speaking of the ground, please drop that torta there.

How can you resist my puppy seal stare? I worked on this sad look for hours back in the old days in Colonia San Rafael. It was not until I was able to bring tears to even the most hardened hearts with my big brown eyes did I earn the right to be a street dog in el Centro. Yet, you are resistant to my well-honed skills, refusing to drop that torta.

Please drop the torta. No? Oh please, oh please, oh please? Still no?
That’s cool. This one time, back in September, this totally drunk dude spilled trying to sit down on that very bench. And this dude, right, he totally dumps a whole box of pizza all over the ground when he bit it. I’m more of a torta dog myself, as you well know, but this was from Juanita’s. That’s choice. But the dude gets up, all pissed off you know, because of the pizza, and starts just flailing away with his arms and screaming and jumping up and down. Well, you know what kind of effect that could have on a drunk dude, and he totally blows chunks all over the bench. But get this, he totally misses the pizza. I ate well that night. I was hoping this long rambling tale would lure you to sleep, so you would drop that torta, helping to bring back those good well-fed times.

Oh, that was just cruel. Did you just pull off some bread for that pigeon, that rat with wings, just to spite me? What do you have against other mammals? Are you leading me to believe that if I walk around like a bad caricature of a 70s pimp going cooo cooo cooo, I am then worthy of that torta? Sir, please, let’s digress, and just drop that torta.

We’ve been at this for, what, 10 minutes now, and not only have you not dropped that torta, you haven’t even eaten it. While I have stared holes through you, using all my Jedi skills to get you to drop that torta, you have regaled your friend there with the latest cantina gossip. That’s great what that dude said after his fifth tequila, but you have wandered off from the issue at hand, the torta. And while she found what he said flattering, while in its own right funny as all heck, that jamon con queso amarillo should be the center of all of our attentions. I know it is mine. Please drop the torta.

No? Oh, well, okay then, I will just sit here and stare and stare and stare and stare…


¡Viva Mexico cabrón, don’t ever be the dog with two tortas, or with none!


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  1. i left my house today just before the blog launch, and there was a mourning dove (high-class pigeon) sitting on my top step, waiting for me.  i took it as a good sign.

    • sbdenmon on September 12, 2007 at 11:53 pm

    Shouldn’t have read this so close to dinner time.

    And that puppy looks like he needs a hug.

    • pfiore8 on September 13, 2007 at 12:08 am

    and i both have one and know quite a few

    “You neglect your torta, while I cherish the ground it walks on. Speaking of the ground, please drop that torta there.”

    please tell me that its your dog… he has the greatest puppy seal face…

    great pinche

    • sometv on September 13, 2007 at 12:24 am

    bit too much mayonaisseey, todo el guacomole en una lado, and the carne asada, poco seco.  Pero o perro el jugo de naranja y zanahoria was good and only had a little ice.  El pan fue muy blanco y it might not have been there at all.

  2. Our dogs really do know how to manipulate us with their eyes.

    I live about 40 minutes from the border, pinche. I’d send you some tortas, fresh green corn tamales, roasted peppers and the thinnest most delicious tortillas ever made, if I could.

  3. I don’t even know what a torta is and I want one.

    • RiaD on September 13, 2007 at 1:07 am

    I don’t know what it is but suddenly I’m very very hungry!
    I think I’ll go downstairs & make a cubano& have some flan afterwards.

    • mattes on September 13, 2007 at 1:57 am
    • FLDemJax on September 13, 2007 at 2:02 am

    is that the Port-o-let in which Dr Who travels through time and space?

    • plf515 on September 13, 2007 at 3:19 am

    especially torta al pastor and torta al lengua.

  4. Ahora yo se que estoy en casa otra vez.

    Now I know I’m home. Sniff sniff. Poochie dogs and tortas. Nothin’ better.

    Make mine veg. Frijoles y aguacate por favor! Yum!

    • LynneK on September 13, 2007 at 5:07 am

    I want the cute little perro!

  5. One of the funniest moments with them was when Mr Pickle and I bought a new dinner table with a glass top.

    We hadn’t really considered the possibility that the dogs would stare up at us underneath the table. Incessantly. Every meal.

    Needless to say, we got placemats rather quickly and learned to Windex the underside of the table.

  6. tortas and dogs could write such a thing.

  7. I love the doggies and now, I’m pretty sure, I love tortas!

  8. (stands up, reaches inside jacket, heads to kitchen…)

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