Now, that doesn’t mean that I want to go out with a taco and spend some time with it and find out what it is feeling. I could care less. I want to EAT one. And, not just ANY taco (or burrito, in my case.) I am talking about going to the real, true, long-time favorite fast-food restaurant of mine — TACO TIME! Woo hoo!
For those of you in the Pacific Northwest (and a few parts of California, mind you), you know what I’m talking about. Those Casita Burritos are to DIE FOR. Well, I wouldn’t DIE for them, but my child is alive today because I craved them while I was pregnant. Had several every week. In fact, I craved even the jalepenos I loaded them up with. I had so many Casita Burritos, that I began calling the child in my womb “My Little Burrito.”
I also found refuge at Taco Time when my mom was sick with a long-term illness. I would take a break from the situation to get my head cleared and go spend a few hours at our neighborhood Taco Time. (You in Issaquah know which one.) I had never eaten by myself or enjoyed it before, but I didn’t mind — I was at Taco Time.
My first experience with Taco Time was when my dad would take me and my mom and three sisters to Alki Point in Seattle. I believe that was one of the first Taco Times ever built. And, that was YEARS ago. And, I think it is still there. Am I right, my Taco-Time-loving friends?
But, alas, now I live in Texas. And, there are NO Taco Times here. What is UP with THAT? So, the only way I am going to get one is to head back on up to the Pacific Northwest and find one. I think I’ll take J-GQ with me, because he loves Taco Time, too.
Watch out Taco Time — it may happen sooner than you think. And none too soon for me!
My first job was at Taco Time. I had to sign a secrecy disclosure where I promised never, ever to reveal the recipe that makes the meat so dang yummy. (And I never have… because I’m pretty sure no one wants the recipe for 20 lbs. of heavenly ground beef.) Still, when I go back home I make it a “MUST DO” on my list to visit the Taco Time where I worked in high school, and order at least two (OK, sometimes three) DEEP FRIED MEAT BURRITOS-WITH EXTRA SAUCE-THANK YOU.
OK. Now you know.
I am humbled.
But not sorry.
(Thanks for sharing this memory. Now I am hungry.)
Oh, man, Amy! I wish you hadn’t told me that! Just KNOWING there is someone with the secret is going to make me crazy!