Tacos

Someone once told me that when you are a baby inside your mothers womb magic happens and you get taste buds just like that.  I don't remember her exact words, but it boiled down to you usually enjoy whatever it was your mother was eating at the time.  I think mine was tacos.  I love tacos; fish, chicken, beef, bean tacos are all good to me.  So as you can imagine I have continued to enhance my taco experience throughout my life.  None are as good as my mothers however.  When I have company I usually get the request for tacos and I am truly flattered.  Now, because I love tacos so much I often get a hankering for them.  This is usually once a month, but sometimes twice and I have been known to eat them every week for awhile too, but shhhhh that is our secret.  The disadvantage for me is they require a lot of work.  Not as much as fried chicken, but between all the slicing, dicing, chopping, frying it gets messy.  The other disadvantage is I can't eat as many as I used to.  When my family would get together we would have taco eating competitions.  The record holder ate 12, that was NOT me.  I didn't even come close, my max has been 6.  So enough about tacos for now, I had my hankering and I made some. Holly and I are planning a little cook-off so at that time we will share our recipes.  Let you decide whose tacos rain supreme.