Maybe it was the time I insisted Stepmama Smart should never order anything Mexican from a midwestern bar and grille…and then proceeded to thoroughly enjoy my shrimp tacos.*
*Which I actually didn’t photograph, having left my phone at home (!) but found a similar photo on the Milwaukee Grill website to appease y’all.
Or maybe it was the
bloody marys insanely delicious blackened mahi mahi tacos I ate for my first meal in Key West
Maybe it’s because whenever the Professor and I don’t know what to have for dinner, we inevitably end up eating fish tacos? [Thank you, Austin, Texas!]
Or perhaps it is the influence of my never-before-Tuscaloosa adoration for all things Chipotle? (With a side of The Holiday, por favor.)
Whatever it is, I have been very wrapped up in tacos* lately.
*See what I did there?
Although, to be fair, Jenn, unless you count the slightly festive plate I served these salmon, spinach, and potato tacos on–not that you can see it, of course—
…there’s nothing Mexican about any of the (quote-unquote) “tacos” I’ve been eating at home.
But a soft tortilla by any other name is just a (deconstructed) wrap, right?
For those of you who aren’t former elementary school teachers and/or parents of small children, you may not understand the chant that is about to occur. But for those of you who DO know Tikki Tikki Tembo (not to be confused with Rikki Tikki Tavi)…enjoy.
Tikki Tembo Tofu TACO
Sa Rembo Son Mexicanos
Chari Bari Ruchi Choppy Broccy Eggy
Pip Peri Pembo Salmon-very Yum-o!