So I posted a while ago about a love letter assignment that I had to submit for a class. I wrote about tacos. By popular demand, I'm dropping it here for your reading pleasure. I dedicate this to all of you who love tacos like I do. Also, consider this my annual blog post because I forget I have one 394 days of the year. Here we go:
Dear Tacos,
Where do I begin? You’ve impressed me all my life. As a child, I loved you. I only knew of American tacos at the time, but I loved you just the same. Your massive flour tortilla, juicy ground beef with sour cream and lettuce. “Yum” was all I could say…Literally. Over time, my childhood love turned into desperation. I wanted food, and I wanted it cheap. That was our “Taco Bell” stage. I won’t say any more about that. Even through the hard times, you stuck by my side and filled me with happiness.
Thankfully, our love has evolved since the Taco Bell days. I remember the first time my friends took me to the local taco truck. My life was forever changed. I could smell the limes from a mile away. I saw Jarrito’s soda and salsa lining the taco truck window, and then…I saw you. The cook passed a plate full of tacos to the man in front of me, and I just couldn’t help myself. The corn tortilla, the carne asada, the cilantro… It all just hit me like a ton of bricks. I ordered you for myself, and the moment you touched my lips, my life was forever changed. “THIS is what tacos should be like,” I thought. It was a blissful moment.
I know time has passed since then, but I still think of you just as fondly. I’m sure to find you, wherever I may be. I thought you were gone forever when I left Florida, but turns out it was only the beginning of our journey. I couldn’t find you at our favorite taco truck anymore, but since then I have discovered a plethora of taco stands downtown, just waiting to reunite us. My friends still send photos of that taco truck, thinking that it will make me jealous and convince me to return. What they don’t know is that I have a piece of you with me everywhere I go. In the fridge waiting for lunch, at the local Mexican restaurant, one of those taco stands… Nothing can keep us apart, for I know you’ll find a way to me regardless of distance or circumstance. We have a love that few understand, many envy, and some even resent. All I can do is share my love in attempt to spread the same happiness that you have brought me.
Forever yours,
Jordan Morrill
