The conversation at work has strayed from where it started (St. Patrick's Day) to haggis, and thence to a discussion of the relative merits of menudo, a Mexican soup made from cow stomach which is considered a delicacy in some quarters.
I tell my favorite menudo story from when I lived in Tucson, involving a long search, a roadside cafe, a proprietor who spoke no English, and an excessive use of very hot chiles, until another co-worker walks up.
"How do you feel about menudo?" I ask, in an attempt to include her.
"Well," she says, "I really liked them when Ricky Martin was in the group."