I have an obsession with Taco Bell.  I cannot tell a lie.  I do not know what it is but it gets me.  Every.  Single.  Time.

I am not sure what it is – the fake sour cream that comes out of what appears to be caulk gun or the Doritos taco or the powdered beans.  I don’t care either, all I care about is how delicious it is.  It has been that way since I was a little kid.  When we were little, Grandma Vogel would take us to Taco Bell and let us order whatever we wanted.  If we wanted the expensive mexican pizza and 4 tacos with “sour cream”, no problem.  We were usually only allowed plain tacos or bean burritos when Mom was in charge so this whole “order whatever the hell you want” thing was a dream for the Vogel kids.

My kids have (thankfully) inherited my love for mexican food, particularly crunchy tacos and even better – Taco Bell.  If I ever give them a choice for a dinner entree, it is always the same – “tacos and beans with sauce”.  They would pick a crunchy taco over a chicken nugget any old day.  I love this because then I get to partake in one of my favorite things.  We don’t eat a ton of fast food but sometimes Mommy wants a break and sometimes when she is tired of saying “no” we hit them up.  I am not afraid to admit it.  Too many people out there try and turn their nose up at fast food and Mom’s that give it to their kids.  Let’s get serious, EVERYONE has a Happy Meal here and there and it is ok.  If you really don’t, more power to you I guess but I am not sure we can be friends.

I was out running errands with L.A. the other day which was a treat in and of itself.  I love when I get to spend time with my kids one on one.  Being twins means they do everything together, all the time.  We had family in town for Easter so Eden got to spend the day with Papa and Aunt Sas downtown and L.A. and Mommy went grocery shopping and to Target.  I told him that Mommy would take him out for a special lunch.  When I said “Special Lunch” I had no idea it would be Taco Bell.  His request was this, “Mommy, I love you so much.  Can we have Taco Bell?”  The kid could have said, “Mommy, you smell like a garbage butt and have 386 wrinkles on your zitty face.  Can we have Taco Bell?” and the response would have been the same.  Hell to the yes.

So my best big guy and I waltzed in to Taco Bell, sat down in the plushest booth and he out ate me by a long shot.  This kid ate 3, yes 3 crunch tacos with “white sauce” and a pintos and cheese (with extra sauce, naturally).  I was impressed.  Mom stuck with 2 items – a crunchy taco supreme and a meximelt.  I suggest you try and replicate my order some day, you will not be disappointed.

So here’s to Taco Bell, “sour cream” and spending the day with my favorite big guy…..I suggest you all go treat yourself and “Run to the border.”

(For the record, I cannot get on board with this whole taco Bell breakfast.  The whole waffle taco thing literally makes me want to hurl. There is no need to use a waffle as a taco shell, there just isn’t.  Man up and wait until 11:00.)