If you look closely at the picture, you will see Chef G's George Forman grill, which is where all of the magic happens.
I help her unload the car and proceed upstairs to change clothes. I come back downstairs to find tacos in progress. Having had tacos for lunch, my excitement wanes for a minute; however, as my wife is cooking, I'm still as happy as a kid on Christmas morning. I watch over the meat while Brandie takes care of the rest. We get everything ready and start to eat. I find it quite odd that my tortilla keeps ripping apart. No matter what I do, that sucker isn't staying together. Also, in tasting the tortilla, it is really stale. After being a bit confused, since I saw Brandie come in with a fresh thing of tortillas, I asked to find out that I'm eating the old ones, from "a month or so ago." Since Chef G's taco speciality is rarely produced, I already looking forward to the next round of stale tortillas. :)
If we ever have kids, we both agree that they are going to starve. :)
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yall got to update this thing, or i may have too
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