Call me weird, but there's something about the word "pupusa" that makes it sound like a furry animal whose head you want to cuddle in your lap and stroke. In fact, I'll bet you anything that at least five people reading this post today will have a bunny, dog, cat, rat or ferret who answers to the name "Pupusa." Yeah. Right. Soooooo. Anyway. Now that we've got that out of the way, let me just say that pupusas, the griddled Salvadoran street snacks made from fresh masa, shaped into rounds and stuffed with beans, cheese, pork and/or vegetables, are right up there with tacos on my list of foodstuffs that I can't live without.
My favorite pupusa pit stop is Pupusas Sabor Hispano, at 4457 Broadway in Boulder, but the pupusas in the snap above (which are obviously not from the Boulder joint, because why on earth would I make this so easy?) are a close second, and the joint where I ate them at is a whole lot closer to my house than anywhere in the People's Republic of Earth Muffins.
As usual, there's a method to all this madness, which is quite simple: Using your noggin, culinary prowess and keyboard, type in your guesses in the comments section below. Your participation in our silly games makes us all warm and fuzzy inside.
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