All I Have, I Owe to Pork Skin

I was feeling utterly miserable yesterday morning.  I had woken up with a fierce stomachache that felt like a thousand tiny knives in my gut.  I couldn’t figure out what would have caused it.  I hadn’t eaten anything strange (well, strange for me) or out-of-date or off-temp lately.  I swigged some Pepto and went about my day, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in my belly.

As the day dragged on, so did the pain.  It didn’t get any worse, just more irritating.  I kept waiting for it to go away or even just subside a bit.  The Pepto wasn’t doing anything and I didn’t have anything else at work to fall back on (ginger, for example, works miracles).  I drank bottle after bottle of water, trying to flush my system out, but without any luck.

Stomachaches — unrelenting ones, at least — are a rarity for me.  My family all has the stomachs of billy goats, cast-iron guts that can withstand food that would make a vulture sick.  True story:  I once drank the tap water in Mexico for a week straight before one of my friends caught me one day and bawled me out for being so stupid.  We weren’t in an “industrialized” area, either, all the more for her to fear that I was going to catch some deadly parasite and die from a horrific form of diarrhea.  Never happened; I was perfectly fine.

As lunchtime rolled around, our temp asked if I’d like to go grab some tacos at Guadalajara Bakery.  As miserable as I was, tacos were the last thing I wanted.  That’s when you know I’m really sick…  I politely declined and instead force-fed myself a simple salad that I hoped would clean me out.  …nope.

When he returned some time later, the temp had brought me some tacos despite my earlier protests.  Bless him.  They looked so good, with their homemade tortillas and neon green salsa verde.  “Your favorite!” he said.  “Chicharrónes!”  The soft, spongy chicharrónes stared up at me from their tortillas.  They looked like inviting little pillows.  Despite the horrible pain in my stomach, I couldn’t help myself.  I tore into them with abandon.

After quickly inhaling the tacos, I realized that within about five minutes my stomachache was completely gone.  I felt like a new person; like my stomach had been reborn.  It was a divinely-inspired, chicharrón-manifested miracle.

So here’s my new marketing strategy…  Forget about Pepto-Bismol, forget about milk of magnesia, forget about Tums, forget about ginger, even!  There’s only one guaranteed cure:

When your stomach hurts and you don’t know what’s wrong, try a bite of chicharrón!

See?  It even rhymes.  I’m going to make a fortune, people…

5 responses to “All I Have, I Owe to Pork Skin

  1. nocturnalsunshine

    Great! you give credence to my cries!.
    I constantly tell people that “bacon fixes all sickness and disease” while im at work. I say “hey, have you ever seen a sick pig?” “no” they say, then I say “and they are made of 100 % pork products including bacon”
    This just proves it. And its on the internet, now if I can just get you to back up my theories on beer making you smarter then I win all arguments and a free small soda.

  2. You just might make that fortune, K…but not as a poet. 😉

  3. oh i had a chicharrones day too @ gerardo’s drive-in. deep fried goodness! best i’ve had so far. i posted some superblurry photos on egullet, if you are interested in a peek: http://forums.egullet.org/index.php?showtopic=115964

  4. Mmmm, chicharrónes!

    whew! The way this story started, I was sure it was going to end in the ER. I also have a cast iron stomach and had exactly that kind of unexplained, unrelenting stomach pain and it turned out to be appendicitis. If you feel better, but the pain ends up coming back on your lower right side, go to the ER right away.

  5. I have never had chicharrónes. It’s a crime considering my love of all things pig.

    I’m glad they helped. 😉 Sometimes the weirdest things make your stomach better. When I was in high school, it was sour cream and onion Lays. And I don’t even eat chips, then or now.

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