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After attending a reading of Write Around Portland participants (if you've never heard of it, go to www.writearound.org) and feeling uplifted, emotional, grateful, happy, sad and everything in between, I needed something that resembled comfort on a plate.
Aztec Willie and Joey Rose Taqueria on NE Broadway is casual: you order at the counter and take your food back to your table on a tray, cafeteria style. I ordered the Enchiladas con Carne. It was average Mexican food, except for one thing: the enchilada sauce was my mother's recipe. Well I don't know for sure that it was her recipe, but it sure tasted like my mother was in the kitchen using her culinary influence. 
I also had a fantastic guava soda. I don't know if it was Mexican or not, but it was sweet and not 7-up or Coke, and was fizzy and fabulous.
Besides the fact that I got to eat my mom's enchiladas tonight, I got to hang out with my brother, which almost never happens. What more could I ask for?
1 comments:
yes been there it is so so and i have a hard time believing that the enchilda sauce was even close to mum's.
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