tacos — Blog — Eat or Starve

A few weeks ago, after swim lessons on a Friday night, I really wanted to not make dinner. I really love going out to eat. I am eagerly awaiting the time my kids are old enough to know what a treat it is instead of some type of weird delayed gratification training.

Side story, we were taking my grandmother out of eat a few years ago at the local country club. Don't be too impressed, its a small town country club so it's definitely nice, but its not a country club like those you would find in large cities. I asked a little bitty two year old L what she would for dinner and she gave her one and only response, Mac Cheese. So that's what we ordered. It might be a small town country club, but its still frowned up to throw your food on the floor if you dislike it so it was based to stick with what she liked. L was very hungry that night. She had given me her order then looked at me expectantly. I told her someone was making it and it would be ready in a minute or two and handed her some crayons. She looked confused and a bit angry and said more loudly, MAC CHEESE MOMMY. At this point I realized she was expecting me to leave the table and go make it, the concept of eating out was not computing. It was a tenuous wait for the wait staff to return with dinner and I realized my adorable little girl already saw me as short order cook.

Fast forward 3 years and an additional picky eater and we are headed to Fuzzy's Tacos for dinner. The restaurant had several things going for it.

The tacos are super good.
They have unlimited chips.
They serve cheese quesadillas and french fries.
They serve chicken nuggets and french fries.
The restaurant is LOUD so no one will notice us.

L was happily chowing down on her quesadilla and M was mostly happily eating her chicken nuggets. For whatever reason, my husband mentioned that he really liked that the chicken strips were obviously pieces of chicken breast and not a weird mix of odd meat and pieces. M stopped eating and looked at him. She looked at her chicken nugget. She slowly put it down and declares, "There too much chicken in my nugget." There was no coming back. She licked ketchup off her fries and ate chips the rest of the night. But the chicken she did eat was actually probably chicken!