Tacos…

Roast beef, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles, wrapped in a tortilla so it’s like a wrap and…

“HOLD UP, HOLD UP, THATS BURRITOS, MOTHER JUST CALLS IT TACOS BECAUSE SHES NOT VERY EDUCATED IN MEXICAN SREET FOOD!

(Don’t worry, burritos, I love you too!)”

Ah, yes. Tacos…where to start? An everyday staple of Mexico. You can walk down a Mexican street and see at least one taco vendor. Walk up to one that seems good, not just some person with store-bought tortillas. There! That old man whipping his dough in a frenzy. A long line of customers. And happy people walking away with several hundred tacos, eating by the second. You join the line when nearly everyone else on the street has one.

Pretty soon you are in smell range. Mm… fresh made tortilla and cheese and chicken and roast beef with just a hint of spice. You sap all that deliciousness into your nose, almost forgetting to move forward in line.

Finally, you’re up. He looks at you and asks, “what do you want?”

“Ah, just a chicken beef taco,” you say.

He takes a tortilla and puts the beef, cheese and chicken onto the tortilla and folds it in half. “$5.50, please.”

As you walk away, you examine your prize. It’s soft in your hand, you can feel the warmth of the beef. You lift it up—the beef is tender and in the middle, the chicken is also tender and is mixed with the cheese. You lift it up and bite in.

It’s pure goodness. The tortilla is chewy and delicious. The chicken, cheese and beef taste like pure heaven together. The beef comes apart in your mouth and has just the right amount of taste, moisture, texture and spice. The chicken is like the beef, but no spice and not the same flavour. The cheese is soft and melt-in-your-mouth and cheesy. It’s. So. Good.

You go to get another. Or maybe ten.