Ah, tacos al pastor are said to be a wonderful story of migration on a plate, with its marinated meat turning on a spit like the shawarma our own *kababwallahs* might recognise. But the pineapple? People call it a sweet contrast, yet for me, the idea of fruit and spice always brings to mind my wife's *manga curry*, where the raw mango’s sharpness is the true star, not a quiet sweetness. It makes me think we sometimes add sweetness just because we can, not because the dish is shouting for it—like how I keep adding filters to my portfolio photos, hoping an algorithm will finally notice the damp patch upstairs is artistically lit.
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