Coming to Grips with Mr. Miguel’s Frozen Mini Tacos

A friend recently told me, “If I am what I eat, then I am cheap and easy.”

And I am a giant frozen Mini Taco.

This week makes the fourth straight week that I have eaten Don Miguel’s frozen Mini Tacos for lunch. Six. I eat six for lunch with about ¾ cup of sour cream.

Is there any way that my love for these little tacos can be transformed into something more useful than just filling my pants? Wow, that came out wrong.

I love this part in Julie & Julia:

Paul: What is it you REALLY like to do?
Julia: Eat!
Paul: And you’re so good at it!

But, see, even Julia Child fell into the trap. Julia Child had to write a cookbook, instead of simply eating – her true talent. If you love yoga so much that you want to make a living doing yoga, you’re sunk – you must teach yoga. No one gets paid to do yoga. And no one gets paid just to eat.

See, I don’t want to do a commercial for Don Miguel, culinary genius. I don’t want to write about mini tacos – d’oh! I just want to eat his frozen Mini delights and be compensated for my hard work and fierce loyalty. Don, if by chance you are reading this, please help me out and send me some coupons. Really large coupons, shaped like boxes, full of frozen mini tacos.