We had Mexican fare for Alex's graduation party, and there was TONS of extra food, so I've eaten various tacos-- al pastor, barbacoa, ground turkey, blackened chicken-- with the leftover rice and beans for every meal since then; so a few tacos on Saturday and then six tacos a day since then-- 24 tacos or so?-- but, alas, it's finally over . . . Alex finally finished the last bit of turkey taco meat for lunch today, so I'm finally going to eat something different-- and it's hard to believe it's been fifteen years since my infamous Taco Count! . . . I feel like the internet has fueled much grosser kinds of eating since then, mukbang videos and competitive eating contests and ASMR chewing . . . 200 tacos in one year seems like something from more innocent times.
a taco is a sandwich is a taco. 200 is a modest goal.
ReplyDeleteA hero is a sandwich. A manwich is a meal.
ReplyDeleteSongs of Innocence: The Taco, by William Blake
ReplyDeleteTwas on a Taco Tuesday, their innocent faces stuffed,
The tacos eaten two and two, salsas red and blue and green,
Gold crispy tortillas walk’d before, with rice as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Dave’s they like Raritan's waters flow.
Oh what a multitude they seem’d, these tacos of Jersey town!
Stacked in foil and plastic they sit with radiance all their own.
The hum of multitudes was there, a hum like Dave repeating,
Thousands of little tacos raising their innocent hands: eat me!
Now like a mighty wind Dave breaks to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of the downstair bathroom among.
Beneath Dave sit the aged tacos, wise guardians of the poop;
Then cherish barbacoa, lest you drive another taco from your door.