The driver told me that the delivery was roughly 20,000 pounds of corn. I did the finger thing, “two, zero, zero, zero, zero.” “Yes that is why I am so nervous”, he said. I asked him how often he made the deliveries. He replied, “This is my first. But, we come here every two weeks”. If I get the math right that is 10,000 pounds of golden corn per week. Even if I missed the order of magnitude by a zero, it is still half a ton a week. Judging from the truck I’m sticking with my original numbers.
Thank goodness for modern logistics because without the deliveries we’d be missing a bunch… I mean a bunch of the world’s greatest and freshest tamales. I am pretty sure the masa finds it’s way to many restaurants and tiendas in the mission. Bottom line, boys and girls, delicious fresh eats. What a great place to live!
Yes, even the pigeons get a little treat.
Yes, it was my mistake to file this post under trouble. I’ve changed it, Best, RH.
When did corn become a crime?
When it sat before a jury of chickens.
Ah, Kevin, finally I realize the foundation of your comment. The article was listed under “Trouble”. In fact it is wonderful not a problem. I still stand with my pervious comment – which you may file under “smartie pants”. Thanks
lol!
I also like your spelling of “previous” 😉
Ah a kindred spirit. Thanks