When the kids were younger, I made a point of making tacos at least once every two weeks, tacos do make for a fun dinner night. A tad messy but who cares, the food inevitably makes its way to the mouth with some laughter involved from all around the table. And then for reasons that I can’t remember, tacos left the menu and the table.
For reasons unknown, the baby girl on Thursday decided that Friday night needed to be taco night. She communicated this desire to me via cellphone where she conveniently tracked me down where I was standing at the Stop-n-Shop buying fruit and vegetables. She sounded all excited about tacos and I got all happy about the idea of tacos as well. It’s been so long and it would be a great change of pace.
Tonight was taco night and it was fun and delicious. I might have had one to many because right now I have a big belly lounging on the couch. They were that good going down, I think that I ate 5 tacos, I went a little crazy on the taco.
I’m sure that I’ll feel less whale-like in a few hours, I am reminded of a commercial where the guy says “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing”.