I had dream saturday night that I had invented the greatest Taco ever! It was called the Taco del amor e morte! (The Taco of Love and Death!) Only I meant it to be the Taco of love or death and couldn’t remember how to say that in spanish. And now that I look it up I think I used the latin word for death. But that’s cool cause it’s like really old spookey death! It must be a sign! I am destined for a brilliant career in taco making!
Or you are postpartum delusional and we should call the docs.
Since I was brave enough to try your homemade toilet paper, I guess I will be brave enough to try your taco. Get Cooking Taco Mama!
LOL – definitely postpartum delusional! But this was Brian’s dream, not mine. I haven’t decided whether the Taco sounds really good or really scary! Love and death, huh? Yikes.
ooops! I forgot to look who posted this! I mean: Get Cooking Taco Papa!