April 26, 2019 ~ Dog Pug

White Dog planted the idea in my head early enough that by the time Steve got home, I was not interested in the tomato bisque and cheesy cornbread planned for dinner. My crafty Little White Dog waxed poetic as she "remembered" just how deliciously rich and juicy the barbacoa tacos were from the little place in our neighborhood are...and how we had not been there in ages. Oh, yes! She gathered the others near to describe the fish tacos and the homemade tortillas. Eyes, including mine were glazing over at the thought. She devil!

I patiently waited for Steve to come in, change clothes and get settled after greetings. "Bet you are glad it is the end of the week. It has been busy and you must be looking forward to relaxing." Hey, WD did not learn her charm on the streets.

"We have a great idea that will be easy and will be a treat we have not had in a long time." I pitched. "AND it is not even expensive," White Dog added.

"Homemade tortillas holding fish and tomatillo salsa for you; family style barbacoa tacos for us. Doesn't that sound perfect?" "Momma can call it in and it is a three minute ride! Voila! Dinner is served!