Love at First Bite

Most people remember their first crush. I remember my first nacho. A flimsy paper plate, a pile of jagged chips, and a reckless amount of melted cheese that refused to stay put. One bite and the world shifted. Who needs poetry about moonlit dances when you’ve got jalapeños whispering sweet nothings directly into your taste buds?

First loves are supposed to be clumsy, and nachos nailed that. Cheese stretching into embarrassing strings you can’t quite bite through. Chips shattering under the weight of too many toppings. Salsa landing in your lap like Cupid’s terrible aim. It was awkward, messy, and absolutely perfect.

And unlike actual first loves, nachos will never ghost-pepper you. They don’t suddenly “need space.” They don’t post passive-aggressive song lyrics online. They sit there, loyal, loaded, and maybe a little soggy at the bottom, but still yours until the end.

Nachos are the rare first love that doesn’t fade with time. They grow with you, evolving from ballpark cheese slop to carefully crafted towers of flavor. They age better than you do. And long after you’ve forgotten names, faces, and cringe-worthy AIM screen names, you’ll remember your first nacho — and you’ll chase that flavor forever.