Smacking the Bimbo
22 February 2010
"Smacking the Bimbo, smacking the Bimbo..." for Foster it was only a natural thing to utter as he proceeded with his task.
"You do realize Foster that when you return home and they ask what you learned in Mexico, and you tell them that you learned to 'smack the Bimbo', you will be sent away for special counselling," I told him.
Then I had to explain why.
He first learned to smack the Bimbo downtown near the basketball court in Z-town. You can learn a lot of things downtown near the basketball court.
He also learned how to grill the ham and melt two kinds of cheese on top. And carving the aguacate is high art form. The onions, the tomatoes, the chillies. All of this he learned from Hamburguesa Man. There are many hamburger stands in Z-town, but only the old guy down near the basketball court has a long line-up and a global following. He smacks the Bimbo.
And Foster watched carefully. He replicated the work and I daresay maybe improved upon it. He even serves up our hamburguesas wrapped in tinfoil. And they are amazing.
This, really, in spite of the Bimbo. Because the Bimbo is nothing special. Bimbo is the national bread brand. You can buy ordinary bread and it dries out in a day or goes mouldy after a few days. Bimbo bread is good forever. Bimbo hamburger buns are invincible. It's like Wonder bread back home. There is something unnatural about it.
So if you want a good hamburger, you put your Bimbo down on the grill. And you smack it. Just gently. Just enough to make sure it has good contact and browns up nicely.
Go ahead. Smack your Bimbo. Gently.