Taco night!
The Missus whipped up quite a fiesta, including steak, homemade hardshells and a platter of chopped tomatoes, onion, lettuce, sour cream, cheddar cheese and salsa.
(If you notice the ketchup on the table, don’t blame me! That’s a strange habit of the wife’s.)
Happy happy yum.
The Missus and I went with another couple to La Oaxaqueña for a little Mexican feast before heading to a party. I got all excited when it said they had hardshell tacos. Turned out to be what I’d call “flautas,” in that they were rolled up tortilla shells around carne asada, with all the other ingredients piled on top. And no side of rice and beans, like in the other taco dinners! But you know what? They were great. I wasn’t super hungry, anyway, and the margarita was more that enough to lift my spirits.
12:15 p.m. Friday, Nov. 9, 2012: It’s Friday, and no one is happier than me! In between typing like a madman, I cut out to grab two chicken chalupas and a hardshell taco from Taco Bell.
Homemade taco night!
The Missus fried up some hardshell taco shells, a greasy wonderful mixture of crispy and chewy, along with spiced-up chicken from the bird she cooked last night. Rice, diced vegetables, chips and more of that cheese sauce I had for lunch.
All in all, a pretty good fiesta, if I don’t say so myself.
One steak taco, one ground beef taco. Both delicious, and prepared by my Evanston buddy for a small get-together for his wife’s birthday. The steak, particularly, was juicy and perfect. If I could have fit another one in my belly, I sure would have.
I knew I was in store for a punishingly long night, covering a meeting in Wilmette. So I figured, why not tempt fate and gorge on Taco Bell beforehand?
Ordered three hardshell tacos and one beef burrito — the simple beef burrito that costs $1.59 and isn’t even on their menu anymore.
I really don’t like Taco Bell. I should know better than this. If I’m eating at Taco Bell, the only thing worth ordering is a chicken chalupa. These tacos have more sour cream than meat in them. And the burrito, which features a soupy mixture of beef, cheese and diced onion, is satisfying in the grossest possible way.
No, I’m more of a Taco John’s kind of guy (if we’re talking fast food chain restaurants, that is…). There just aren’t any Taco John’s in the Chicago area.
If someone walked in my house with this right now, I’d _________. Oh. Yum.
chorizo quesadillas
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