Tacos

Um... pardon me, but your Swedish roots are showing.

I made softshell tacos for dinner recently. It's not the first time, but it has been a while. AJ liked them, but Sydney was less than impressed.

I tried to show her how to eat one. The lesson went something like this: "Hold it this way. Then take a bite from this end."

That worked for...oh...about one bite. Then she took a big chomp from the middle and kept going from there.

AJ, meanwhile, had questions about the side dish: Spanish rice.

AJ: "Can it speak Spanish?"

Me (sarcastically): "Right. Because rice can talk."

AJ: "Can it help us speak Spanish?"

You know, I just don't recall ever having a comparable conversation any of the times I've served Swedish sausage.