Tacos used to be so messy. The shell would break. The juice would run out of the cracks, down my fingers. The lettuce and tomato would occasionally pop out onto the table or - worse yet - my lap. Imagine, pre-Labor Day, wearing your best whites with a gigantic grease stain on your pantleg.
Indeed, sometimes food is best experienced sensually. But not tacos. When I want tacos, I'm just plain hungry. The little distractions of finger licking, etc. just get in the way. So I've dispensed with the taco shell, the lettuce, the tomato, whatever else goes in there. All that remains is the beef (courtesy of Laura's Lean Beef (TM)), bathed in its own milk by-product. 8+ ounces of clean, efficient food. (273 total)
Viva carne molida!
Posted by eric at February 17, 2004 07:48 PMYou made that yourself? It's very pretty. And you were the one resisting the vomit rule.
8+ ounces. How'd you get to that number, just out of curiosity? The more we can standardize our methods, the fairer it will be for us all.
You didn't count the milk bath, did you?
Posted by: Guy at February 18, 2004 08:58 AMI logged it as 8 ounces. The plus sign was merely suggestive of the additional (non-counted) weight of the cheese.
Thanks for your compliment on my culinary technique. You're a real gentleman.
Posted by: Eric at February 18, 2004 10:56 AM