I could never answer the question If you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive, who would it be? But I do know that at dinner I’d have tacos. I’d order my usual Chicken Tinga Tacos, with delicious tomato-y, pepper-y sauce over shredded chicken topped with fresh cilantro, guacamole, a squirt of lime, and a few thinly sliced radishes. Flakey white fish tacos would be a close second. If the dinner were in August, I’d have steak tacos with homemade salsa made with ripe, juicy tomatoes. If having one of each were an option, as sometimes tacos come three in an order, my internal debate of which taco to have first and which to have last would distract me from the conversation with the dead-or-alive-person and I’d be terrible company, I’d stick with one taco type for my meal.
Mom.