Recently, we were talking about food experiences that have moved us. I am not just talking about super delicious foods, or what our favourite foods are, I am talking about being so moved, there are no words to describe the level of deliciousness going on, that it is life changing. My life changing food experiences? Eating at Mission Taco- everything on the menu. Buttermilk cake donut from World’s Fair Donuts. Discovering how much I love banana peppers on a wrap or sandwich. And the sauce the Artist made for our chicken last night, which was his take on a General Tso’s. The Artist’s food moving experiencing included; a kabob he had on the beach in Spain with this mystery sauce, anything at Mission Taco, and this parmesan cheese from a wine show in Toronto.
Before I move on, I would like to take a moment and talk about why Mission Taco is so amazing. I have never had a good restaurant experience with Mexican food, other then at Mission Taco. Other places are so salty I get a stomach ache afterwards, or are so bland I could have made it better myself at home, or are greasy, etc. And chopping up vegetables and putting them in the same bowl, does not equal pico de gallo- they need to be dressed in something and have some flavour.
At Mission Taco, the menu has so many options, from tacos, to burritos, to tortas, churros, side dishes, starters, and house made salsas. I have tried a few of the tacos and the flautas, and the Artist has tried most of the tacos. We have also been recommended by others that the guacamole and side corn is amazing, and the tortas are a must-have.
The flautas are fried, but somehow, they aren’t heavy. I was a little sceptical about the corn inside, but it compliments the flavours SO well. The chihuahua cheese also married well with the rest of the ingredients, and the ancho BBQ sauce was utter perfection. And the flautas were rolled nice and tight, which made for easier eating and they didn’t fall apart.
All of the tacos we have tried all have the same things in common: lots of meat, perfect flavour combinations, light and tasty. Each taco is topped with different things in order to best serve the protein, rather then top every taco with cheddar, lettuce, and sour cream. And I don’t like it when someone puts insane amounts of lettuce on something. One time, the Artist got a fast food taco, and it was basically a smidgen of ground beef, unseasoned, and copious amounts of lettuce. Nothing else. But mission taco uses other flavour profiles like arugula, cabbage, avocado, pickled onions, different salsas and sauces, and instead of overloading the meat with twenty thousand toppings, they select a few that best go together, and create flavour combinations that just blow my mind away. So. Good. The thought that goes into each and every dish, and specially choosing each ingredient so they all add something to the dish, is just amazing. If you are in St. Louis, check out Mission Taco!!! I cannot wait to go there again!!!
Then the Artist starts talking about his favourite foods, like burgers, and basically any meat.
Artist: There is nothing better then a freshly caught lobster and big bowl of butter.
Speaking of food…
Artist: I need to eat more.
Me: (is he being sarcastic because he is holding his stomach saying that?) Actually, ya! I ate normally yesterday and it was still more then you ate.
Me: And you need a lot more food, you are a bigger person and have tons of muscle that needs to be fed.
Artist: I need to eat more.
Me: I think it is because of who you are. You are a romantic artist, obsessed with your craft that eating and other daily activities are not priorities. Or do I need to feed you more?
Artist: You know I’m kidding, right? Yes because I am an artist, and no you don’t have to feed me. But when you do, I love it.
Me: I will feed you lunch after I do the dishes, it is a pig sty in there.
Artist: (face beaming with excitement)
I think these thoughts he had stemmed from the delicious breakfast I made for him. We did a hard workout last night, and I was feeling loving and generous so I offered to make him any breakfast he wanted. It ended up being 3 scrambled eggs, a plain bagel with butter, and coffee- I even freshly ground the beans. He isn’t a big fan of eggs, but eats them often for their nutritional value and protein, especially after a workout. But for some reason today, he loved them! He gobbled them up so fast, making “Mmmmm” noises as he ate.
He is so funny. He was so grateful for such a nice breakfast, I was showered with gratitude and cuddles <3 I think if he was any sweeter, he would melt.
He makes me laugh so often, that I have realized how much smiling and laughter can really have a positive effect on even the worst of moods. He came home from a long day of working, all hot and sweaty from walking in the warm weather, and clearly, the best place to flop down as soon as you walk in the door after a hard day is the floor (right beside the soft, comfy couch)
And clearly, the best place to paint is in the kitchen, on the floor, in the muddy entry way
How can I not be so in love with him? <3