Taco stands in the city are a working girls best friend. I walk out the front door, turn left, go to the corner and buy my taco.
"One taco please!" [I try to say taco in my best Mexican accent, but I end up sounding more ridiculous than authentic. My name is AEJones; I'm from America and I speak American.]
"Beef or chicken?" [This is the real question. Do I feel in the mood for red or white meat? They're going to be completely different tacos. Tough decision... so I buy two. One beef. One chicken. No one gets their feelings hurt, and I walk away full.]
"Onions?" [Are you kidding me? I could eat an onion like an apple. Have I? Yes.]
The same guy everyday, throws that baby on the grill to warm her up. I hand them the money, they hand me the tacos. Then I make my way to the salsa cooler - three [generous] scoops later, I'm set. [Salsa makes everything better. And, though not very authentic, so does sour cream.] Squeeze a lime on top, roll it up and stuff it in the mouth.
The best part? I just ate a dang good taco. The worst part? No amount of washing with soap and Victoria's Secret lotion is going to get that smell of onions and cilantro off. Worth it? Yes.
PS- check out my friend Jenna's blog... she has a fun first giveaway and is trying to up her followers!