I am so happy.
My drummer remembered my love for Taco John’s and surprised me by aiming the tourvan toward the Green Bay location on the way home from our festival gig. I grew up with a Taco John’s in my hometown, but rarely get to eat it anymore because it doesn’t exist anywhere near Chicago.
Even though I wasn’t super hungry I made room in my belly for two hardshell tacos, with tomatoes, and a cup of potato oles. Always good.
I am so happy.
Taco night! First time the Missus has cooked since she had the kid. And she’s still got the culinary mojo. ¡Delicioso! Tomorrow our little Boy Wonder turns 3 weeks old. Canyoubelieveit?
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.