the state we're in

Thanks to our small group I’ve been a little bit obsessed with taco trucks lately.  They’re cheap, authentic, completely delicious, and quickly becoming ubiquitous in certain parts of Fort Worth.  Now, you may hesitate and call them “roach coaches;” I will point to the health department certificate with one hand and cradle a box full of piping hot tacos al pastor with the other.  Their warm corn tortillas, heavy doses of cilantro and onions, and quartered lime are a siren’s song to my stomach.

I got an oil change over my lunch break and was disproportionately excited to see a new tenant in its parking lot—a big white taco truck who had definitely seen some glory days.  Here’s hoping it’s still there in another 3000 miles.