All is quiet here on the western front. Hubby is preparing for another day of work, the kids are all sleeping, I should be sleeping, but instead I am awake and thinking about jumping into the shower before I hear the constant barrage of whining and complaining that comes along with the last few days before hte kids go back to school. I will survive because I am still on an El Indio's high. Rolled tacos of my dreams!!!
My youngest came with me to pick up the goods. We were to meet my parents at the off ramp nearest my house. So, in the shadows of a local prison we waited. Molly told me she thought this was all weird. I asked her how and she told me that it seemed kind of like a weird drug deal and instead of drugs it was mexican food. My child actually made fun of me. Whatever kid!!!
The exchange was made...and then she smelled the rolled tacos and freshly made tortillas. Then she understood.
For dinner, we devoured our manna from heaven. And from where I sit now I see the stack of tortillas staring at me screaming: "EAT ME!!!"
So, there is only one thing left to decide...where shall I place the fat? My hips or my thighs? Because honestly, that large stack of tortillas will be gone by dinnertime.