Operation "No Tacos" - ¡Si Se Pudo!
Thinking back, the premise was so simple. Can a Houstonian go 30 days without Mexican food? The simple answer is "yes, of course!" But the reality was anything but simple, especially for me. You know that thing when your subconscious picks up on an object or idea, then all of a sudden you see that object or idea in everything, everywhere? For the month of November, tacos ruled everything around me. It was my forbidden fruit in this urban Garden of Eden called Houston.
My #30DaysNoTacos challenge was never intended to be an exercise in discovering new restaurants or cuisines. Nor was it intended to prove the unhealthiness of Mexican food. It was simply an interesting gastronomical experiment. The reactions that I received from my friends, family, and strangers ranged from support ("you can do it, Marco! Just a few more days!") to outrage ("how dare you turn your back on the most holy and noble taco!"). All of the comments and support made this craziness worth the suffering.
And now it's over. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit sad about it. Would I do it again? Probably not. But it was fun while it lasted. I ended my fast last night at the Original Ninfa's (2704 Navigation) with a big plate of fajitas and a pitcher of Ninfaritas. I halfway expected some kind of nirvana moment as soon as the first piece of tender outside skirt steak made contact with my tastebuds. It may not have been quite that dramatic, but I can now fall in love with Mexican food all over again.
Cleansing the palate before the feast