Chapter 2,765,002 of the Odd, Semiotic, Catholic Fetishism of Mexican Catholics

I was going to make a joke about what I think the griddle stain below looks like but on the off chance the ghosts of the nuns that raised me are lurking about (Sister Corinne, I see you there; Sister Veronica, I swear you won't smell sin oozing out of me), I will keep my lascivious symbolic speculations to myself. Hit the image below for the scoop off the LA Times servers.



Lalo Alcaraz has his own take on this...