If you can’t go more than a week without a taco, you need to come by my place sometime.
Tacos usually hit my table at least every seven days, packed with well-seasoned chicken or turkey simmered for at least ninety minutes in a bath of chopped onion, jalapeno and bell peppers, garlic and cayenne pepper (sprinkled in sparingly if guests are coming, generously if it’s just MG and me, and enough to turn the entire pan crimson if it’s me alone)
Apartment 402 was the place to be this past Tuesday night as MG made for me a celebratory “back from San Fran” mountain of crunchy-tender-succulent happiness that nearly made my eyes pop out of my head like a wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon!
MG’s “Almost Famous Tacos” are always accompanied by a slew of hot sauces courtesy of our favorite brand, Day of the Dead, including jalapeno, cayenne, chipotle, habanero, scotch bonnet, and serrano hot. Mix in a cool dollop of chilled sour cream, load some of these oil-fried miracles onto a plate, head to the couch, and be prepared to sit there comfortably sated for the next three hours, with the occasional groan, belly rub or begging of your partner to be the one to get up to load the plates up a second and third time.
And if you love to end a taco evening with a definite “two-lap” cat to keep you company while you enjoy watching The Joy Behar Show next to a handsome fellow who does a terrific Joy impression, you can get that too!
So come over next Tuesday. As you can see, there’s plenty for everyone!