Taco Night

When I was kid summer meant Hank’s. Hank’s was a roadside stand that sold eight million flavors of frozen custard out of a window on one side of the building and Mexican food out of a window on the other. It only opened for the warm months of the year and when it did lines were well out into the parking lot. We usually went around 9 0’clock at night after my dad got home from work or on a Sunday. I’d order a tostada or burrito and this frozen drink that tasted like a Creamsicle called an Orange Dream. I’d make my dad order refried beans, but only so I could eat the layer of cheese off the top. I don’t remember a lot of things about my childhood, but those memories are good ones. By default Mexican food gives me warm tingly feelings. (As always, click on the image to be taken to the recipe.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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