One of the frequent script menus we use in our house is taco night. About once every two weeks we make tacos for dinner. I grew up with taco night, as did Michele. Tacos are nothing special.
Alinita got home a little late from work and we had just started eating. I offered her some tacos where she asked, “What’s a taco?”
“A taco is a taco. You know a taco!” (Is it my accent?)
“Well this is a taco.” I presented her the plate.
I never in my life thought I would introduce someone to a taco. She later asked if it was from the states or Ecuador. I assured her it was Mexican, and she ended up loving tacos.