Food Blog

The meal that I would always look forward to when I was growing up was when my family made tacos. I know tacos don’t sound too special or exciting, but it meant a lot more than having tacos for dinner to my family. “Taco Night” usually meant that our relatives from out of state were in town and we were all together to have dinner and enjoy each other’s company. We would usually all gather at my grandparent’s house to devour our delicious feast. My mom and my grandma would always prepare the tacos because they are the best at making them. While they prepared the dinner, my little children of the family would run around the house laughing and playing. The adults and older kids would usually be in the living room watching whatever important sporting event or show that was on that night. I absolutely love how the fragrance of the tacos masked the air of the entire house. Once the smell of the tacos hit my nose, my stomach would instantly empty itself and to prepare itself for as many tacos as I could pack inside of it.

Once they announced that the food was ready, I would be in the kitchen before they would even finished announcing it. I wanted to be first in line to serve myself. I would pack my plate with as many tacos that my plate could handle. I would stuff each of them to the brim with meat, beans, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and any other condiment I could get my hands on. My whole family would gather around my grandparent’s dinner table. After we got finished praying, I would quickly gobble up the tacos as if they were going to suddenly vanish off of my plate. My grandma also makes crunchy taco shells as a side dish. They were a perfect complement to the soft tacos because they were crunchy and salty. Even to this day I get excited whenever we have “Taco Night” at my grandparent’s house.