as if scooped up from the bustling streets of cuba or mexico or something spanish this little hut of a storefront is parked amongst a couple of empanada restaurants and its filled with traditional latin products.
on the outside there are tubs of different spices or vegetables, some unrecognizable to the eyes of a white boy like myself. so i popped in and continued feeling mildly goofy for taking photos of jalapeno peppers and such until the shy woman at the front asked me if i was looking for something. i wasnt, except pleasure, and not that kind of pleasure, latin pleasure, and not that kind of latin pleasure.
there were tubs of interesting things in their fridge. there was a tub of something that looked like it might have been cream cheese but then i thought it looked more like duck fat. who knows. beside that, looking much more palatable was a tub of something that looked like prepared tuna. latin styles.
i got none of what i was looking at but decided to be delicate about my first latin lover purchase and bought some chipotle powder for a mere buck sixty five.
next time i might buy that duck fat, but more likely the tuna, and perhaps if i can find a use for it, a piece of cactus.
or a pinata!