Day 63: Mom and Dad's house

Today we will begin with some administrative details that need attending to. First, we now have an official, tangible Senor Salty mascot!!! Thanks to the diligent work of my Grandmother (a huge Daily Taco fan. Thank you Grams!!!), Senior Salty now has a physical form through which he can attend all of the taco events held in his honor. Look for him front and center (or lurking "Where's Waldo-style" if you don't see him right away) in upcoming photos. Second, There will be a slight change in protocol in the dating of posts from now on. In light of the late night nature many of my taco experiences share, along with the inevitable outings that follow, I will be posting about each days tacos on the next days post (so this post is actually about yesterdays tacos). This will hopefully rectify the M.P.S. (missed post syndrome) that has occasionally plagued thedailytaco.com. Now, on to the tacos. Since my earliest trick-or- treating years, Halloween has always been about heading for my parents house (my grandparents house when I was younger) for a dinner of Grams famous "Witches Stew" (a delicious meal composed of chunks of beef, potatoes, carrots, and peas in creamy gravy), pumpkin pie, and more candy than a healthy person should eat. This year was no different except for the fact that I had not had time to get tacos before I arrived for Halloween dinner. What was I to do? I was not about to miss out on a meal that I look forward to all year long, yet I needed to eat a taco to keep my streak alive! Inspiration struck as I drove past Miraloma Market (the home of a very good taqueria in its own right) on my way down Portola ave. A quick stop to pick up some tortillas, and I was in perfect shape to enjoy what may be one of my most spectacular taco creations to date! A scoop of Grams' stew inside a corn tortilla, a side of salad, and two slices of garlic bread formed what may be the pinnacle of Halloween eateration! As I gazed upon these tacos, I experienced a sense of elation that I can only compare with how Dr. Frankenstein must have felt as he zapped his monster with lightning and saw what had once been but a fanciful dream finally become reality! Surrounded by my family (along with my mothers outrageous amount of Halloween decorations), I reveled in the deliciousness of my "Witches stew" creation, and though about how green with envy my two sisters would be (they were both out of town this year) as they read about this combination of one of our life-long favorite meals with the magical taco! Maybe next year, girls. Maybe next year.