I was sitting at the table last evening having supper by myself (a reasonably frequent situation, given that Kim and I don’t always get hungry at the same time and we’re hungry for different things). Anyway, I was having a typically thrown-together fave of flour tortillas, rolled around some chili, shredded cheese, chopped onion, jalapeno and hot sauce. Pretty simple stuff and very filling. Essentially, some homemade soft tacos and a beer.
This meal has been a mainstay for most of my life, and I can’t remember a time, even as a child, when all of these items weren’t available in the house.