This week’s recipe (or mere “tip,” rather) was inspired by the fact
that I had half a bunch of cilantro left over from last week’s
chimichangas. I was racking my brain to
figure out a meal that would use up the cilantro without having to go to the
store for extra ingredients, but would still be exciting enough for only the
second week of Yummy Thursday. Well, I
accomplished the “no additional groceries” part by choosing a relatively
boring, unblogworthy meal: tacos. But I
make them a little special, so let’s call them Redfield Tacos. No, Redfield Fiesta! That’s better.
My husband loves tacos almost as much as he loves me and Libby. Tacos are a remnant of his childhood, along
with spaghetti, pizza, and hamburgers.
No matter how perfect of a steak I marinate and prepare for him, no
matter how many hours I slave over something “from scratch,” no matter how much
he appreciates my homemade, “extra-mile” efforts… he will always be a Taco Man
at heart.
The one thing I have always hated most about tacos is all the putsy
little leftover containers in my fridge.
Like I said last week, we’re a leftover kind of family. But nothing drove me battier than fifteen
little individual cups of tomatoes, onions, peppers, olives, etc, and having to
shove each and every one aside to get to the coffee creamer in the morning.
One week about a year ago, driven by sheer frustration which turned out
to be a stroke of culinary genius, I got out a huge salad bowl and dumped ALL
the toppings together (minus Tim’s black olives – blech!). That night the toppings were pretty basic,
but I did have a lime in the fruit drawer, so I juiced half of it over the “salad”
and let it sit about a half hour before we ate.
When Tim came into the kitchen to make his tacos, his world was turned upside
down at the “Taco Dump” I had created. I
reassured him, “It’s okay. I promise it’s
all the same toppings as normal. Start
with your meat and cheese over here like you always do. Then, instead of ten dirty dishes, lids, and
spoons, I just have all the veggies in one salad, so just take a scoop and put
it on top of your taco.”
And our lives have never been the same.
I think it was the lime juice that really did it. “Taco Dump” would probably never have earned
the title of “Redfield Fiesta” were it not for the fresh lime juice.
Funny story… that cilantro that forced my hand… it was spoiled. Our tacos were sadly cilantro-free. But still delicious, and so I’m glad the
cilantro talked me into making Redfield Fiesta once again.
See you next week :) Which will be a variation from tex-mex, I promise!
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