Long ago I started a new job at the FRB. Night shift. After work a bunch of young guys went to the tiny house of one of the employees. He most closely resembled a skinny motorcycle gang member. A few of them were second generation Mexican immigrants. He showed us how to make huevos rancheros.
I was all, "wow."
He used flour tortillas, fried eggs, standard pork chile, and cheese.
And it was fantastic.
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