Now that I have secured the bootleg empanadas, I think we're all set for vacation.
Yep, I bought contraband empanadas today. I met a man who spoke no English except "calamari" as he passed me the aluminum pans in secret. I paid cash--dealers in picadillo don't take plastic--and I drove off with four dozen pillows of fried heaven in the trunk of my car.
I don't care how it looks. Don't judge.
It is going to be an absolutely delicious vacation....