When I was in middle school, there was a rap song they played at our lame school dances called “O.P.P” by Naughty by Nature. I think that half us didn’t even know what “O.P.P.” stood for, even though they break it down in the song. (And obviously, the school administrators had no idea what it meant or they wouldn’t have let the D.J. keep playing it!)
Okay, but I’m not talking about that kind of O.P.P. When I ask if you’re down with O.P.P., I’m talking about “Other People’s Pupusas”… (And not that kind of pupusa either. No sean mal pensados!)
My Suegra takes a lot of pride in her pupusa making skills – and they are good, but it’s the difference between a homemade hamburger and a Big Mac. Sometimes you just want the fast food version.
Today we were out running errands and I stopped at the Latino Market which has an attached cantina. I snuck over there while Suegra was fighting with the cashier over how crappy their phone cards are, and bought 2 pupusas de queso. When Suegra discovered me over there she chastised me in front of everyone for buying other people’s pupusas, but they were so worth it.