"Great art is horseshit, buy tacos."
Happy #NationalTacoDay to all my fellow taco lovers out there on the interwebs! Now, I could have sworn that National Taco Day was every Tuesday, but no; according to my Party Excuses Calendar®, apparently it is an annual event occurring every October 4.
In fact, this calendar says that Oct. 4 is also National Vodka Day, which doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me, since I much prefer to drink tequila with my tacos. Clearly one of these days will need to be rescheduled by whomever is in control of scheduling such things, such that National Taco Day and National Tequila Day coincide in the future. C'mon guys, get it together!
Anyway, I got my free taco coupon and my bottle of tequila, so it's all good in my hood!
Truth is, I don't even need an excuse to eat tacos (or drink tequila, for that matter). I love tacos so much, I will eat virtually any taco you put in front of me on any day of the week. I realize they probably aren't the most healthy thing I could be putting into my body, but when it comes down to a choice between the body and the taco, the taco always seems to win.
Soft tacos, crunchy tacos, fish tacos, beef tacos, chicken tacos - I will devour them all. Sometimes I eat my tacos over a tortilla, so that way when taco stuff falls out the bottom -BOOM- another taco! And when I am finally done eating all the perpetually self-propagating tacos I can eat, I will eat even more tacos for dessert!
Heck, if I'm hungry enough I maybe could even be talked into eating one of those bizarre and unholy spaghetti tacos that I assume some drunken Mexican-Italian once invented on a dare. Have you ever seen those things? Normally I enjoy fusion cuisine, and these could taste absolutely fantastic for all I know, but yeesh! Something just doesn't seem right about this particular food hybrid.
I've never even actually been drunk enough to try making these. I mean, I probably have been that drunk, but the problem is I'm lazy and impatient too. So, since the recipe calls for spaghetti, ground beef and taco shells, I figure what the hell do I need the spaghetti for? I'll just put the beef in the taco shells and BAM, it's taco time, baby! The spaghetti would still be boiling away in the pot while I am already chowing down on my delicious stack of spaghetti-less tacos.
Plus, there would also be the added benefit of not having the sacrilege of having committed the sin of putting spaghetti inside a taco shell and consuming it weighing heavily on my soul. I mean seriously, there's gotta be a commandment against that somewhere. The afterlife's gonna be hard enough as it is without this kind of baggage. Could you imagine getting all the way to the pearly gates and having to explain that one to Saint Peter? Yikes...
No thanks! The more I think about it, spaghetti taco is one taco I am definitely crossing off my list.
I wouldn't eat Taco Cat either. He is just too adorable, and also a cool palindrome.
Speaking of tacos I won't eat, I think I'm gonna have to take a pass on these new vegetarian tacos I saw recently. They are made of 100% raw cabbage and look like something straight out of a horror movie.
A cabbage taco shell stuffed with shredded cabbage and topped with cabbage sauce? It's as if April Fool's Day, Halloween and Cinco de Mayo all came together to make a taco. Blech!
Happy April Fool-O-Ween de Mayo to me, I guess.