I have been grinning all week! Let me explain...I make some pretty mean tacos! They were always my Daddy's favorite thing. And when he would be invited for dinner, 9 times out of 10 he would ask if I would make him tacos. And of course I did. The kids growing up would be able to pick what they wanted for dinner on their birthdays and Chad always picked tacos. (he would want all the toppings in separate little bowls) So over the years I cant begin to count how many times we had tacos for dinner. This last weekend Travis was so cute telling me that Ashlyn made him the BEST homemade tacos.Then he added "Mom she even fried her own taco shells, she didn't use the store bought ones like we used to have" WHAT?? Store bought taco shells? Where did this kid grow up? Now this momma knows how to fry.I would lay out a brown paper grocery sack and line it with paper towels just like my mom always did (Because everyone knows if you do this it drains off all the fat and virtually every calorie from any fried foods) I would make some kinda crispy and some a little more soft. And I would have to make at least 12 before we even sat down to dinner because the boys had such huge appetites. Of course the house would smell like oil for a couple days,even though I would windex the stove and counters after cooking. And this boy of mine thought he grew up on boxed taco shells? But all week I couldn't help but smile when I thought of this funny story. He loves that his sweet new wife cooks for him and he has so much joy and pride in her great cooking. He appreciates everything she makes him and it's all so much better than anything he ever had at home. And I wouldn't have it any other way!!! It just warms my heart... But when I sent him a text this week I couldn't help but sign it ...Love Mom(The mom who fries her taco shells)
Then when Travis asked "how are you mom " I answered
" Fried thanks and you"
Then when Travis asked "how are you mom " I answered
" Fried thanks and you"
5 comments:
...ok...I don't ever remember having your tacos...maybe it's time that I do...hint hint...
What a priceless story. It reminds me of when we lived on Gerkin. Carl was bragging about how good my moms potato salad was and asked me why I couldn't make it as good as she did. A few months later my mom happen to come over when I was just finishing making MY potato salad. Carl was walking up the driveway and I put the spoon in my moms hand and told her to act like she made it.Sure enough he came in...was so happy that my mom was making the salad just the way he liked it. He took a taste and just raved about it. He then turned to me and asked me why couldn't I make potato salad as good as my moms. Obviously I haven't let him live it down. hee hee.
I just wrote a very long comment about this post and then erased the whole thing because it didn't sound very nice...just suffice it to say...you are a way better mom than me!! Your tacos look...to die for...I would NEVER have confused those tortillas with "store bought" ones. If Travis were my son, he would need to be tiptoeing around me for awhile!! JK
hahaha. oh man. Well Travis appreicates you so much more than you give yourself credit for. :) We're having another round of tacos Friday night just because he thinks they're amazing. Now as for last night's meal..ya, not so much. He wasn't digging the homemade mac and cheese. oh well! :) I liked it!
Hehehe.....Next time you make him your amazing tacos...Id def serve them IN STORE BOXED Shells...lololol.
Oh, I'm with Anonymous above! You totally should! Sorry, I'm totally late to the game. Just found your blog.
And yeah. I may buy the stor-bought shells somtimes, but if I'm going to eat them, they have got to be home-fried. YUM.
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