There aren’t many work weeks during which I don’t long for Saturday. I like what I do for a living, don’t get me wrong, but it’s called “work” for a reason. Saturday is the oasis. Even if I do have to go in to work on a Saturday, it doesn’t quite feel as work like. There’s just a certain aura of ease that accompanies a Saturday. Saturdays are the best. And this week, I have added incentive to get a hold of one of those Adam Sandler remotes and fast forward to October 30th.
Saturday afternoon marks my next opportunity to take in my latest culinary obsession – the walking taco.
I’m a huge fan of concessions, especially at the “minor league” level, where a dog, a bag of popcorn, and a hot chocolate will only set a guy back $3. I’ve been around to many of the high school venues in the area, and very few have disappointed me at the concession stand.
Last Thursday, my wife and I attended the final regular season football game between Ashwaubenon and Notre Dame. My concession routine is pretty rigid, generally varying only in beverage selection, the choice dependent upon the evening’s climate. Mountain Dew or hot chocolate? It was a hot chocolate night. It was also a night on which my predictable temperament was challenged.
My wife returned from the stand with a hot dog and a couple of hot chocolates…and news of something called a walking taco. The name alone intrigued us and prompted much discussion. In the end, we hypothesized that the walking taco must be more of a burrito like packaging of the goods – both ends tucked under – thereby increasing the item’s mobility…thus the “walking” taco.
We could not have been more off base.
I was dumbfounded when I was handed an open bag of Fritos from over the counter, and not one of those weak environmentally friendly bags of Fritos you find today, the old metallic bags like we used to have when we were kids – back when a crispy chip was more important than landfill space. Sticking out of the top of the bag was a fork that was firmly embedded in pile of taco meat, smothered in nacho cheese sauce.
Ladies and gentlemen…the walking taco.
I have since learned that there are many variations of the walking taco as well as many aliases, but the general concept is the same – bag of chips with taco stuff piled on it…and fork.
I can’t say that I really enjoyed the walking taco. And I definitely had no use for it by about 10:30 that night. But here I sit, one week later, inexplicably craving the cheesy, meaty, crispy goodness it promises.
Heads-up Ashwaubenon – I’m comin’ at cha this Saturday! See ya at 3!