Thursday, December 11, 2008
Run for the border...
This will shock a few of you. Especially if you knew me in the 90's.
They say that your tastes change the older you get. I fear my tastes are changing. The bad news is they are becoming less sophisticated.
The husband was out of town yesterday. (for those of you who may take that as an invitation to come and wreak havoc on my house- he is now home. It was a day trip. So don't try to come and steal from me or sneak into our backyard to frolic on our swingset or do your secret service project or whatever.)
When the husband is out of town, my domestic devotions are much more relaxed. And so, in honor of children who prefer cold cereal over cordon bleu, we hopped in the car and headed to Taco Bell. Yes, I just said we went to Taco Bell. Shocking.
I'm telling you- I used to really not love Taco Bell. In the 90's. In fact, I believe I used to call it Taco Barf. Really. In the 08's I have learned to tolerate it. And there are a couple things on the menu that I can actually handle. So, since I didn't need to prepare a meal for my hard-working hottie, we opted for the closest fast food joint.
Let me fill you in on the Taco Bell history. In high school Taco Bell sold their tacos for $0.39. (again I would love to know how to access a cents sign) So, as high school kids without unlimited cash, we often went to Taco Bell for lunch. Except I would usually head across the street to McDonald's for a 2 for $2.00 Big Mac and a chocolate shake. I'm pretty sure that I didn't eat both Big Macs. I think I probably split it with my friends.
On one of my birthdays, my cute friends took me to Taco Bell and had already arranged for a Big Mac and chocolate shake. All set up. Waiting for me. They respected my distaste for the Bell. That is the sign of true friendship. Except it was a little anti-climatic because the car I had just gotten for my birthday had a dead battery when I went out to start it to go to lunch, so I was a bit late arriving at Taco Bell. They were probably a bit panicked.
Anyway, tonight we went to Taco Bell. Oldest daughter always gets Mexican pizza. For middle daughter, the customary two beef soft tacos were the order of the day. And a chicken quesadilla for little son. I had a zesty chicken bowl. It was pretty good. I just wish they put more cilantro in that pico de gallo. And I'm thinking I should have tried the mango strawberry smoothie.
No doubt the husband's clients treated him to a gourmet meal.
It's back to cooking tonight. What's for dinner at your house?
P.S. Tell me how funny this is: the husband actually stopped at Taco Bell to grab a bite to eat on his way home from the airport. We are one. That is all I can say.