Until I realized that being Mexican is actually super awesome*, I would lie and say I was Spanish. Not that being Spanish made you any less of an outsider in Utah, but bullfighting was definitely more acceptable than low riders (it's a footrace regarding which one is cooler). I suppose it's not a total lie, but the details on my ancestry are foggy, and that commercial where the white people open up a laptop and have their entire family history after a few clicks is bullshit. What does it all mean? Nothing, really. It's just a roundabout way to introduce you to the easiest paella recipe ever made. Step-by-step photo instructions after the jump.
