Making my way, (never a direct path, that.) toward breakfast tacos at La Reynera Bakery on McKinney.
Great little bakery housed in a bright yellow and red Art Deco remnant, and inside, alongside cuernitos de queso, and magdalenas, and bolillos, is a small, fast, clean taco operation that puts out the goods.
This morning, a little ole guy was standing in the corner on a upturned plastic bucket, feeding tortilla dough into a hopper, while the owner/operator watched as the flour tortillas baked then slid into his pan.
Usually these machines are in larger grocery stores, but here's a small one, cranking out the tortillas and if I hadn't seen the machine, I would have guessed they were hand rolled. Light, with a little bit of chewy texture, and dotted with burn spots.
It's the stuff he puts inside, heaped up, that's the main attraction. Where else can you get a asado de puerco taco at 8 am? Or stewed beef in a spicy tomato sauce for breakfast?
And huevos were fluffy and the potatoes were crispy in the papa con huevo mix. Shows a nice attention to detail I thought.
Tacos go for $1.75 each. You won't need more than 2. Even you.
I took these pictures of a vacant lot at Rusk and Eddington for no particular reason.
Like Obama and Mars exploration, I'm wondering if I'll see the complete revival of this area in my life time.
Everywhere I look, good bones, so much promise, an obvious lack of income.
But a bright note: at the end of Rusk, near Dumble. A freshly remodeled wooden sided bungalow.
Mint green with light lemon trim around the windows and along the roofline
reminded me of the icing on birthday cakes from mom.
Remembered that touch of mint flavoring she put into the frosting, just a drop,
so delicate, fresh.
This bungalow was fresh. And the owner has lovingly accomadated the splayed
low-hanging branches of the old live oak out front
by notching places in his wooden fence instead of cutting the limbs.
I didn't take a photo. Didn't want to creep them out. Want them to stick around, and keep painting things.
3 comments:
I like hand made flour tortillas that are patted out between both hands, or rolling pin, irregular shaped, then cooked on a comal or large grill.
It bothers me to see a machine replace the women that usually make and cook the tortillas. A bottom of the pay scale position replaced with a machine.
That is MY LOT! Isn't it a great lot? I always wonder when we go to check on the lot if we will find that garage apartment building almost on the lot line behind us laying flat on the lot. We always find some more shingles and it is leaning a little more. But there are really some nicely renovated houses in Eastwood. I love the neighborhood.
Girl, you've been punked! I was being sneaky....tying a bone around my neck for your comments.
I had a nice "mexico" moment this week in Eastwood. Crossing the shady street, no cars in sight, a man on bike nods his head in greeting; just low-key with the city as a back drop.
I'm hoping you'll like today's post, also.
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