¡No creo que es hoy-dia de los tacos! Fue nacida en Guadalajara Whoops-I got that “watchasayin, lassie?” look from Kenzie. Just like Ricky Ricardo on “I love Lucy” which they’re probably re-running everywhere, when I get excited I start barking in my native Spanish. I’m really excited about Taco Day which is TODAY!
I was born in Guadalajara Mexico and I’m THE food expert so this is right up my alley. On the day They rescued me, I was on the taco and burrito diet. Even for Arizona in late December it was a cold day but They drove with all the windows open plus the sunroof completely back because I’d been living on bean tacos and making a little noise and stink-no big deal to me but it was to Them. I have to admit it, that time the dog really did do it.
Here’s the real scoop on tacos and how to make them Kyla-style. You gotta make them yourself. Chain tacos just don’t do it for me. You won’t find a Taco Bell or a Del Taco in any Mexican part of town here in Arizona (it’s a 2 hour drive to Mexico). The only Mexicans there are the employees, making tacos by a formula. It’s probably against their religion to make pedestrian tacos, but everyone has to make a living. You start with taco shells-it is OK to get store bought, I do. Crisp them up for a couple of minutes in the oven. If I were to make these myself, I’d be dead from starvation by the time they were done. If you’re having a party and have the neighborhood over (don’t invite any chihuahuas, those little buggers will eat you out of house and home and there’d be no tacos for the Great Danes), use a taco platter like this:
Put your shells in as in the picture and put your ingredients in the compartments. Each dog can customize its own which caters to individual tastes and diets. Today I’m making my mid-morning snack taco which I have around 10:15 and that tides me over until it’s burrito time at 10:30 but that’s a subject for burrito day. I don’t need the big platter because I’m making only two and I only have 15 minutes until I have to make the burrito. Put your ingredients out. Whoopsies, He is looking. I can’t have everything I want. Tacos are best with hot sauce and He makes the best. See the bottle:
It was a commercial bottle of hot sauce with a screaming head and the motto “Pain is Good” on it. He said to Himself after polishing off the bottle, “I can do better” and He did. There’s a bit of jalapeño for the quick pop and mostly habañero (100 times hotter than jalapeño) for the lingering effect. It is so lingering that if you have some, you know where it is in your body for the next 12 to 24 hours plus you know when it leaves your body. He doesn’t allow me to have it. He tried to grow habañeros outside but a rabbit got them. That rabbit ate the whole plants, including the immature peppers. You talk about me, that rabbit blasted off and was there to greet the Mars rover when it arrived. As you can guess, with all the Bugs Bunnies, Roadrunners and Wiley Coyotes we have here, it is Looney Tunes in more ways than one. He makes the hot sauce, lets it marinate a while and then it is ready. Since there is already a 1000-island dressing in the food biz, he calls this “3 Mile Island”.
I’ll get back to the tacos-first you put the carrots in and then a layer of green beans. Top it off with cheese and you’re done. Let’s eat!
First I showed Kenzie what a real taco is all about.
Then, FINALLY, my turn.
Of course, Kenzie has to get into the act.
Kenzie came over to me and said that he tried mine but I didn’t try his. He is so into his ancestral homeland that he makes his tacos West Highland Scottish style. You all know how Scotland is renowned for all its Mexican food??? Kenzie forgets the shell part. What’s that unrecognizable stuff there? Haggis? Oh, well. I had to present to all of you what not to do when making tacos. It looks B-O-R-I-N-G. He’s not looking and let’s zip it up for Kenzie with a few drops of 3 Mile Island.
WHOOPS, Kenzie is jet propelled and headed North. Maybe I should have used just one drop of 3 Mile Island. I’m on the case and will be right back after I rescue the little buddy.
I found Kenzie in Black Canyon City in Yavapai County. It’s fortunate for Kenzie that he didn’t land on a cactus. I rushed him to the vet who pronounced Kenzie OK but was amazed at how clean his insides were.