Grandma K passed away Saturday. It was peaceful and she died without pain, and with family nearby. May we all go like that. We've been busy with arrangements here. S and his parents are on their way to Grandma's native Florida to see to her burial.
That leaves me and the Bug together for the week.
Tonight, I was defrosting a pound of hamburger for dinner, when K suggested Walking Tacos. Having never heard of such a thing, I offered conjecture that perhaps a Walking Taco was what happened when too many cucarachas made off with a standard taco.
A walking taco is made with taco meat, served in a snack-size bag of Doritos and topped with lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and salsa.
I was skeptical of this meal plan, but I always go on a guilt trip when one of us is out of town, so I agreed to it.
I cooked up hamburger taco meat for K, chicken for me. We opened our bags of Doritos, spooned in the various toppings, then squeezed the bags to crush up the chips. This concoction is eaten out of the bag. i found it somewhat repulsive. Perhaps not the nacho cheese Doritos next time.
K was delighted, however. In fact, she looked at me, smiled and said, "Wow, Mom! This is as good as the lunch we get in the school cafeteria!"
I've reached culinary rock-bottom.