Beef Cheeks

I ate beef cheeks today.  Specifically, I ate Beef Cheek Tacos from a nearby Taqueria.  They weren’t particularly good or bad…they tasted of beef.  And the meat was fattier than a “normal” cut of beef.  I’d heard from more than one person that cheeks were good eats, but so far I’m unimpressed.  Then again, maybe the Taqueria just makes shitty food.

Not much of a post but “I ate beef cheeks today” was too good a sentence to pass up.


Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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