If you're wondering why there's no picture, it's because the Doritos official site is the ugliest fucking nightmare of a site I've ever seen, and the only picture Google can find comes from a "review" on a "website" that is so glowing with unearned praise that someone clearly either got paid, blown, or both to publish it. And it wasn't even a good picture.

So Liz was kind enough to bring a bag of these to the Sunday shindig, and most of us tried them. 

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I haven't cooked all fucking week.

I'm a big fan of a lot of the prepared foods at Trader Joe's. It tends to strike a nice balance along the price, taste, and health axes. So when, a couple of weeks back, I found a twelve ounce bag of pork al pastor in their freezer case, I was pretty excited.

I love me some pork al pastor. A little smoky, a little spicy, a little crispy, a little fatty. It's one of my favorite toppings at Taqueria Los Ocampos. I've tried to make it myself, with some success, but it's a bit fussy. So if Trader Joe's managed to come up with a decent frozen version, it'd be very useful.

Goddamned Costco coupons.

They did this with the Izze, too. First one's not free, but it is a few bucks off. Then you get hooked on fruity sodas, or little balls of dark chocolate wrapped around pomegranate jellies.

We will not discuss how quickly the two-pound bag has vanished, because you don't need to know that.

In case you're wondering, no, I haven't done any cooking OR eating worthy of blogging about since the lettuce wraps on Sunday. The most significant food-related event of my entire week has been the discovery that the strange barbecue-sauce substance dripping on the bottom shelf of my fridge is actually adobo juice from some stored chipotles. That's life sometimes.

I've been using my food processor like a maniac over the past few days, and realized I was remiss in talking about it.

It's a remanufactured Kitchenaid that I got a deal on from Amazon in the summer of last year, after breaking my old crappy Wolfgang Puck-branded food processor that I broke trying to make bread crumbs.

It's October. And you know what that means. The single greatest mass-market major-company carbonated corn-syrup product is back on shelves, where it will remain until late December or early January.

So there I was on Friday, in Whole Foods, getting sun-dried tomatoes for the flatbread pizza one post down, when I decided to also get lunch. I decided to get lunch because, while I had plenty of Weird Curry leftovers, I was sick of rice. I'd had rice in all my lunches all week, and I couldn't take one more day of it.

What is an Ancestral Snack? It is a snack food of my youth, one that I am still physically capable of eating today.