It might not come as a shock to you that my favorite thing to do as a kid was eat. Oh yeah, big surprise, this food blogger loved to eat when he was a little boy. How original. But it really was my all-time favorite hobby (still is), and I was a pro at it too (still am). If they handed out trophies for eating, my mom would have mine displayed around the mantel for sure. If she had a mantel. I’d have dozens, humble brag. Where was I? Oh yeah, I could eat like no one’s business. As a matter of fact there are a ridiculous number of photos of me just stuffing my face. It’s weird, but not really because that’s pretty much all I did. I’d share some of the pictures with you now, if they weren’t so disastrous to look at. Don’t worry, I won’t subject you guys to such chaos. No one deserves that. Hey, thanks folks for taking pictures of your kids eating with food all over our faces. I’m sure they do that on purpose so they have something to embarrass us with later on in life.
I wasn’t a picky eater at all either. I would never ask, “What is this?” or “Why does it look like that?” To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t even have time to ask because as soon as I sat down at the table, I’d start scarfing it down. Whatever it was. I’d already be requesting seconds before my mom even had a chance to sit down. I exaggerate, but only slightly I assure you. I was strategic about eating as well. Not in the way that you might think. Nothing crazy like none of my food could touch each other or anything like that—that’s a real thing that my sister suffered from and I’d just stare at her, reassured she was an alien with her partitioned plate. Her alien status worked to my advantage though, because boy was she a picky eater. Not so much any more but every so often it will come out and show it’s ugly face. Anyhow so there I was, young me (awesome in my dinosaur shirt that I’d never take off), and there she was my alien sister, slightly older, eating as slowly and as neatly as possible and with a fork no less (what a girl). I’d purposefully sit next to her because I’d know she’d inevitably not like something on her plate and I’d be lucky enough to get it. She’d discreetly toss it onto my plate. I’d play it cool too. “Ahh man, you want me to sit next to Nick? But she has cooties!!” I’d yell out, but secretly I’d be thinking, “Yessss! I get to eat seconds and her food on top of that! Score!”
Although I enjoyed every dinner meal, there were certain days I’d look forward to the most. Like Taco Tuesdays, that often times became Tostada Tuesdays with the occasional Burrito Tuesdays thrown into the mix. That one didn’t have the same ring to it but we loved Burrito Tuesdays all the same. My mom would get creative and switch it up as much as she possibly could. So here I am, older me (still awesome sans dinosaur shirt) with the same penchant for tacos. Still sitting next to my sister (cooties and all) at restaurants or parties, grabbing the foods she doesn’t care for right from her plate. Some things never change, and I’m happy that they don’t. Tacos however, those are always changing and I’m glad that they are. Like these fry bread breakfast tacos for instance, combining three of my favorite things; breakfast, tacos and fried things. How could you possibly go wrong?