Tacos..

     When we first got married, I only made 4 things for dinner: Roast, Spaghetti, Soup, and Tacos.  My husband could usually tell what kind of a day I had had based on what was for dinner when he got home from work.  If I knew I was going to be busy, I would make soup in the crock pot being able to set it and forget it.  A generally boring day, roast or spaghetti would be chosen because it was easy but needed some tender care.  If I had had a day where it seemed like life was taking a dump on me, tacos it was.  Not only was it quick and easy to make, it was comfort food for me, bringing me back to when I was growing up.  My mom always made ground beef tacos with rice and sometimes enchiladas whenever we asked for them.  I remember them being so good and the warm feeling I used to get when all 6 of us in my family would sit around the kitchen table, eating tacos drenched in sour cream and salsa, loaded with beef and cheese and tomatoes.  Sometimes there would be guacamole, but not always.  My dad would pray over the meal, thanking God for our blessings and nourishing it unto our bodies for His good will, the same way with the same voice every time.  We passed the food around the table and just enjoyed the meal and reconnecting with our family after being gone doing our own things during the day.  Mexican food was a big deal in my family because we all worshiped its tasty goodness and the warm feelings in our throats as each delicious bite went down.  After dinner, we would help my mom clean up and thank her for the amazing meal.  It may not have been a traditional Mexican taco meal but it was a traditional one in our home, and one I was going to bring to my own family when I left the nest.  Needless to say I was very excited when I found my husbands family made tacos the very same way and I thought in my head, I have hit the jackpot.  As we have been married for almost 5 years now, I have expanded my meal repertoire and no longer serve the same 4 meals every week, I still continue to serve the same tacos of my youth, because just like a nice cup coffee in the morning, some things just never get old.