Cardenas is my Valhalla. I would proudly perish in battle today if I could be awoken once again by the authentic sense altering smells of spice infused meats, the succulent fatty sizzle of decadent chicharone, kick ass garden fresh salsas and funky fragrant hand stretched cheeses. From beginning to end I felt like a kid in a candy store. After entering the market for no more than a few mere moments my ADHD kicked into overdrive. "Holy sh*t check this sh*t out", "WTF 5 avocados for a dollar", "F me hard; check out how fresh these tortillas are"," I can't wait to penetrate the crap out of those chilies". One thousand and one food porn fantasies flooded my already half baked brain. I would totally believe in a magic baby jesus as long as that infant sorcerer would grant me one prayer and one prayer only. For me to be a contestant on a Telemundo version of supermarket sweep held at Cardenas.