365 True Things: 345/Tacos

We had tacos for dinner tonight. They were supposed to be burritos, but the tortillas weren't big enough, so they ended up super-sized tacos, stuffed with black bean refritos, Spanish rice, and cheese. Salad on the side.

I read the other day about a fellow who decided to eat a taco every day for 365 days.

I could not eat the same thing every day, even if it was potentially as variable as a taco.

(Well, I could, of course. But I would not want to.)

Then again, at the moment I think that doing one thing—besides, perhaps, drinking coffee and brushing your teeth—every day for a year is simply daft.

Twenty days to go . . .