I love the idea of a taco. They taste great! I enjoy all of the ingredients: seasoned beef, cheese, sour cream, salsa, lettuce, tomato, guacamole, onion. It's like a party of flavors that all come together for a taste-bud fiesta! The reality of a taco is not so...festive. I know they make those square tacos now, but normally you go to all the work to construct the perfect taco and then you have to lay it on its side on your plate. ALL the ingredients fall out! And once you take that first bite, it's like popping a taco balloon. The whole thing just crumbles in your hand and falls to your plate in a heap. Ineveitable, you end up making some odd taco salad and you never get the same taste out a taco salad. It's just not the same.
I don't have any profound thoughts on this subject. I am not going to compare the challeneges and frustrations of tacos to any other spiritual point. I just needed to share my feeling about the joys and the sorrows of taco night at the Rasberry's.
Come to think of it...Taco Bell makes some kind of hybrid taco. It's a regular taco, but you put a tortilla around it with a layer of refried beans in between as the sealant. I hope I remember that the next time we have taco night.
That is REALLY profound. Thanks for sharing, Ryan.
ReplyDelete