[Well, that's all he's been doing, but in his defense they're all kind of waiting for the pot of water to boil. It's close now, though.
And these tortillas? Shit, man. He grins as he swallows a bite.]
I dunno what these are made of 'cause it ain't corn like I ever tasted, but they're real good!
[To make sure he's made his point, he raises the remnant in his hand at the nearest one of the guys, who is currently otherwise cleaning out the duck's innards into a basket for whatever purpose. He looks over at Johnnie and laughs, nodding. Everyone loves good food, even though he can tell they're sort of laughing at him - not rudely, but he can imagine also being surprised by someone completely loving a plain corn tortilla too.
The duck gets gutted, then blanched and plucked until it is basically just one naked looking thing, not all that different from those grocery store chickens except with its head and feet still very much intact. The older woman comes over to collect the organs and feathers while the guys move the pot, exclaiming at each other while keeping from burning themselves on the hot water and stone rim, then they set the duck up over the flames to cook.
And by now, Johnnie's stomach is really grumbling. Tortilla and bugs has been a snack, not a whole meal, and the sizzling duck fat smells incredible.
While he's watching, the younger woman comes to sit beside Chrissy, and cautiously taps her on the shoulder, then pinches the fabric of her shirt between her fingers. She says something that Johnnie thinks sounds like a question, but he could for sure be assuming wrong.]
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[Well, that's all he's been doing, but in his defense they're all kind of waiting for the pot of water to boil. It's close now, though.
And these tortillas? Shit, man. He grins as he swallows a bite.]
I dunno what these are made of 'cause it ain't corn like I ever tasted, but they're real good!
[To make sure he's made his point, he raises the remnant in his hand at the nearest one of the guys, who is currently otherwise cleaning out the duck's innards into a basket for whatever purpose. He looks over at Johnnie and laughs, nodding. Everyone loves good food, even though he can tell they're sort of laughing at him - not rudely, but he can imagine also being surprised by someone completely loving a plain corn tortilla too.
The duck gets gutted, then blanched and plucked until it is basically just one naked looking thing, not all that different from those grocery store chickens except with its head and feet still very much intact. The older woman comes over to collect the organs and feathers while the guys move the pot, exclaiming at each other while keeping from burning themselves on the hot water and stone rim, then they set the duck up over the flames to cook.
And by now, Johnnie's stomach is really grumbling. Tortilla and bugs has been a snack, not a whole meal, and the sizzling duck fat smells incredible.
While he's watching, the younger woman comes to sit beside Chrissy, and cautiously taps her on the shoulder, then pinches the fabric of her shirt between her fingers. She says something that Johnnie thinks sounds like a question, but he could for sure be assuming wrong.]
Yeah, we dress pretty different, huh?