Taco Tuesday is the most sacred of alliterated theme dining nights. The evenings success is dependent on one thing; the glorious taco shell.
The nice crunch, the fried goodness, the slightly salted ingredient holder is the basis of the night. It would just be “loose ground beef and bean dip” night if not for the shell.
Imagine my shock and dismay when the promised 12 shells turned out to be a lie. A vicious lie.
On the plus side, the fruit snack of legend was found today. Yes, Super Pouch was found. The fabled snack that was the melding of not one, not two, not even three little packets, but four! Opening this up was like slicing into a Tauntaun, gummy snacks flowed out everywhere. It was glorious. The joys of stealing the kids’ snacks are limitless.
And in other news today was pretty easy going.