Taco Truck

Obviously, I don't cook EVERY meal, but I do try and make good decisions about where we get our take-out.

Around the corner from J's gymnastics is a Taco truck that I absolutely love. Peek through the window and you can see the fistfulls of fresh cilantro, the limes, and best of all, the stockpile of Coca Cola, Fanta and other carbonated beverages made with actual SUGAR and not corn syrup. They're imported from Mexico, where the government doesn't dump huge subsidies on corn, so they have no need to make up ways to shove corn in everything. They also come in glass bottles, which are biodegradable, and are only 355ml (12 ounces), so you're not guzzling a gigantic tub of Coke.

I usually only stop by for the soda, but James said he wanted tamales for lunch, and since he's so picky, of COURSE I said yes. We got two pork and two chicken. They were both delicious, although the kids thought the pork was a little too spicy.

And then for dinner we had crabs. Better eat them while they're still around.

Thanks for reading,
Anne