Bruce was having trouble posting a comment on my “Goodbye, Year of the Taco” post.
“What did you want to say?” I asked, being that I was now standing beside him in person and could simply accept the comment first-hand.
“I was going to ask why the Year of the Taco has to end.”
“Well,” I replied, “It doesn’t really end. That was more for the narrative and thematic purposes of my blog.”
He looked puzzled, but the answer seemed to comfort him.
The kids and I on the hunt — the prized bear’s head!
As it happened, we were at Bruce and my mother’s house deep in the forest of Sonoma’s Russian River Valley for our annual holiday visit, and there would be tacos on the menu. Our second evening there, we had a crab feast. The next day, the leftover crab made for a perfect lunch of one of my favorite tacos. More
skinny girls & mayonnaise 