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I started my Contracts assignment yesterday after promising to make chorizo breakfast tacos the next day, and then I was contractually and legally obligated to follow through, to make the chorizo breakfast tacos. Otherwise, you could sue me for loss in expectancy. Or something.
Hey, it was the first day.
But then again, I never turn down ground sausage or tacos or breakfast tacos or breakfast tacos with ground sausage, especially a ground sausage I ain’t never tried before. I got Mexican chorizo, which is raw, not cured, and kinda just.. went for it. And. Good. Ness. They were so fantastically delicious. Maybe even better than yesterday’s.. But I wouldn’t want to offend myself from yesterday. I love them perfectly equally, just like my parents love my sister and me perfectly equally. Except they love me more. Ha!
Texas is the mecca for tacos. OK, yeah, Mexico does a pretty decent job, but here in Texas, we’ve figured out a way to have tacos like Pizza Rolls: in the morning, in the evening, and at suppertime. Lunch, too. Stupid Pizza Roll jingle writers.
Yes. Breakfast tacos. When, upon my first visit to Austin in March, I heard of the breakfast taco frenzy, I just imagined those gross breakfast burritos from Taco Bell in taco form. And kinda threw up a little in my mouth. But I figured I’d have to get over my mouthvomit and myself and see what all the fuss was about.
The fuss is about something fuss-worthy. Portable little pockets of TexMex fancy goodness. Well, maybe not fancy, but definitely goodness. The best part is that they’re totally customizable, based on just how savory you want to get for breakfast. Still haven’t whipped a more traditional sweet breakfast taco, but I’m gonna go for it one day. Eggs and American sausage and maple syrup topped with some French toast crumbs? Maybe? A buttered tortilla sprinkled with cinnamon? Dare I dream?