Sunday, July 15, 2007
Badlands 'Voodoo Highway'
I found myself wanting to try something a little different yesterday… I spent lunch in a place that I haven’t stepped foot in since they were putting toys into their kids meal from The Tick TV series back in 1995… Taco Bell.
Yeah… It’s been over a decade since I was last in a Taco Bell. I’ve never really enjoyed Mexican food. I’ve never liked the seasoning on the meat and I don’t enjoy the veggies loading down the food… Tomatoes, lettuce, and onions. I’ve gotten used to tomatoes and lettuce, but I don’t EVER think I’ll enjoy onions. Unless they are cooked until all the pizzazz and punch are gone… They are putrid and vile to my taste buds.
Since a friend of mine has gotten me to try new things and revisit foods deemed unworthy again… I have found that my tastes have been changing. I’m now enjoying things that once made me gag or look for the nearest waste can to spit them from my mouth. My taste buds are maturing… Or with my age… They are simply dying off. So who knows… Within 10 years, I may be able to eat eggplant without a chainsaw being held to my throat.
Growing up… I was the only one in my immediate family who didn’t enjoy the weekly taco night. My mother was gracious enough to fry me up a hamburger after she prepared the taco meat. And everyone LOVED going to Taco Bell except me. So instead of making 2 separate stops at fast food joints, it was decided that I would enjoy a Bell Burger from Taco Bell.
That was a bad move… Not so much for them, but for me. They used the same seasoned meat found in their tacos… Eugene went hungry. And from what I understand… Taco Bell no longer has the Bell Burger on the menu.
It was more like a Sloppy Joe than a burger.
But I recently tried my mother’s taco meat again… And found it to be delicious! I couldn’t stop picking the meat out of the frying pan with my fingers and popping it into my mouth. So I did the right thing… I grabbed a taco shell, filled it up with meat, piled on the cheese, and poured on some medium hot taco sauce.
I had been convinced and converted!
Recently, Taco Bell have been advertising quesadillas hard and heavy. Chicken or steak quesadillas… Mmmmmm… Two of my favorite kinds of flesh. Throw in some cheese, wrap it in a flour tortilla, and toast that joker… It appeared heavenly to me.
I finally tried one when my father had an extra steak quesadilla… The heaven was a slight exaggeration, but it was some good eating.
I went with meal number 7 yesterday at Taco Bell. I got a chicken quesadilla with a beef and cheese taco. All these years, I had no idea that I could order my taco with only meat and cheese… And the lady taking my order threw me off when she asked if I wanted it regular or with a soft taco.
Yes folks… My mind was being blown.
Eating those items weren’t nearly as exciting or as great as I had hoped for. They basically filled the void in my stomach and stopped that joker from rumbling. It was merely good, but for some reason… I have a feeling that it’ll be some AWESOME food when I’m drunk as hell some Sunday morning at 1:30.
Should I venture to a bigger and better Mexican food place? Am I short-changing myself with the faux offerings at Taco Bell?