It's been 15 days since I started this challenge.
Fifteen. Long. Days.
But I'm hanging in there! People still think I'm crazy, and I partly agree, but the truth is... my mind was made up to take on this challenge even before I pitched the story to Eating Our Words. I've written roughly 30 blog posts for The Houston Press, but the "Operation: No Tacos" post has received more comments than any of my other posts combined. You guys sure do love your tacos.
Most people start their day with a healthy breakfast. I normally don't eat breakfast during the week, although I do serve myself a bowl of cereal on occasion. That changes on the weekend though. On Saturday and Sunday, I'm ready for barbacoa tacos or a nice, big, spicy bowl of menudo. These last two weekends have certainly been tests of my self-restraint.
To beat the hungry crowds, I usually take an early lunch at 11 a.m. I don't cook very much at home anymore, so there are no leftovers for me to pack. Yet avoiding Mexican food at lunch has been relatively easy, especially after finding the gem called Medley's Cafe. I've eaten lunch there at least three times this month. The burgers, kabobs, and gyros are excellent. Great food at a low price.
Dinner has been the most challenging. My father, unlike me, loves to cook. But the only cuisine he knows how to cook is Mexican.
One day I got home, and there was a stack of homemade tortillas de harina on the counter, just sitting there, mocking me. Another day, it was mole. Then fideo con pollo. He broke my heart with the milanesa empanizada. I almost cried! It's not like he's unaware of my #30DaysNoTacos challenge, we have discussed it several times. I guess he just has a strange way of supporting my craziness.
So I will soldier on. I suspect the next 15 days will be exponentially more difficult that the first.
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