I love… love, love, LOVE, taco night. Always have, even as a kid. I have fond memories of mom browning ground chuck on the stove while we piled up the toppings in the middle of the table.
Back then we used taco sauce, cheese, lettuce and tomato, and Mom would drain the fat that cooked out the beef. I remember wanting her to buy those taco dinner night boxes that came with the seasoning and shells so badly, but she never would. Let’s say I get my home cooking desire from her. She was a stickler on not cooking out of a box and she’d season the beef herself. Read the rest of this post