Last year at this time, all my kids were in town to attend their cousin's wedding. It was Tuesday and my daughter's then fiance who just happens to be Mexican told me that he was taking over my kitchen and making authentic tacos. No Old El Paso seasoning, no ground beef for the tacos, "Where's the nearest Mexican market?"
Off we went to La Michoacana. Anthony knew the sauces and the corn tortilla brand he wanted, had to get queso fresco, chorizo, and skirt steak - arrechera - "Corte con la maquina, por favor." He asked the butcher to thinly slice the skirt steak.
The kitchen and the deck were a flurry of activity with making the cilantro rice, frying the chorizo and adding it to the refried beans, seasoning the meat, charring the taco shells, grilling, chopping, and taste testing the arrechera, crumbling the queso fresco, and assembling the tacos. The whole experience was so much fun and the "real deal" tacos are in a league all to themselves.
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