Every August, Carol and I would drive to Selma, California, south of Fresno, to pick heirloom peaches with our peach picking family, the Warm Fuzzies. On one of the first trips there, we had discovered the carnitas tacos at La Cutija in Los Banos. It became one of the important rituals of the trip - a stop on the way to (Friday) and from (Saturday) every year. We'd often run into other peach picker groups whom we had told about La Cutija on our stops, and if one of our family members couldn't come that year, we'd buy tacos to go for him or her on our way back to San Francisco.
Carol loved these tacos. She loved food in general, but these tacos were in her top 10 list, for sure.
So on a drive to Los Angeles, I stopped at La Cutija for two carnitas tacos - one for me and one for Carol - and to leave at least one marble somewhere on the premises.
La Cutija is not a big place - and there weren't a lot of places to leave a marble that wouldn't get found too quickly.
There are two marbles at La Cutija. One is the dirt next to the picnic tables you see above in the picture. The other is in the tank of the toilet in the bathroom (white door above). I don't think anybody will ever find that one, so Carol's marbles are almost certain to stay at La Cutija until they tear the place down.
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