Day 125: My Kitchen

After another day of feeling (mostly) miserable, I headed home to watch some T.V. and lick my wounds. In need of a taco after a hard day at work, I decided I would try to take advantage of the leftovers in my fridge for one more of my 366 days. After retrieving the "to go" box from my fridge and peeking inside, I was disappointed to see that the only remaining of my once hearty band of stalwart taco soldiers looked quite peeked. I was still feeling slightly queasy at this point, and wasn't sure if I wanted to push my luck with this, the last remaining vestige of Mission grub left within the comfortable confines of my home. As I pondered the questionable nature vs. the inherent deliciousness of my (or really any) three day old taco, the answer to this riddle of old Mexico came to me in a flash of brilliance. I would use the still mostly viable taco fillings while supplementing with a fresh tortilla, queso, and toppings. 45 seconds in the microwave, a scoop of guac, and a generous splattering of Cholula quickly brought this franken-taco gloriously back to life in a most amazing (and very tasty) manner.