Growing up in South Carolina the weekends were held off for one thing, football. It didn't matter if you were a Carolina Fan (God help them), Clemson Fan, Tar Heels fan...Florida Fan, the list goes on and on. But one thing for sure around 12:00 if you have any sence of what a good time is, you are gathered around a television watching football.
Mexican food was an essential part of my childhood. Although i'm not hispanic, nor is anyone in my family, somehow I always found myself chewing on chips and salsa..and the occasional cheese dip each weekend.
This tradition hasn't stopped since I don't know when. My dad seemes to think that Mexican does the heart good, espically once a week.
So anytime you are looking for the Whittle family on a Sunday afternoon after church, just check any local mexican resturant in the surrounding area.
Those are my two things, Football and mexican. Weird combitnation I know, but i've made it though this long with living off of it. And I can't say that I didn't enjoy it. I love me some mexican food...the greatest combitionation is if I were to be sitting infront of a television on a Saturday eating a perfectly good buritto.
Sorry if this is a random post...but i am a pretty random person.
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