I grew up on eating tacos once a week. Every Sunday morning my mom would start her process of making homemade refried beans. My dad would start browning the meat for tacos and fry up the corn tortilla taco shells. My job was to cut the cheese...ha ha, yeah I really did just shred the cheese, but telling me to "cut the cheese" was always hilarious to my dad. *MEN* The smell of our little Sunday family dinner was amazing!! The neighbor kids referred to my dad as "Mr Taco" because it was our little tradition.
We are such a busy family now, that we don't have traditions like that with the boys, but oh how I wished we did. But when I do make tacos, I tell my little fellas all the funny stories about when I was little, it brings back such sweet memories... Read More