Inside the shell

There is nothing like Taco Bell for a fast car food. Two crunchy tacos with a 1/2 dozen packets of mild taco sauce and good to go. When I think about it, I have liked Taco Bell for nearly 4 decades. That is one long affair with a taco.

What kinda sauce do you have?

When I started out with them, the bean burrito was long and skinny.  I think the beans were rolled up in a deep-fried tortilla instead of steamed. The old ones were flaky like pie crust and much less likely to drip all over.

Another thing on the original menu was a Bell Burger. It was really a Maid-Rite, crumbled hamburger on a bun. I always did think that was  strange even though the Bell was never what I’d call the real deal Mexican cuisine. Back then, they also served up frijoles and tostadas. (You can ask for a tostada now but you may have to tell them how to make it since it isn’t on the menu.)

The baby in the photo showed up on all sorts of blogs around Cinco de Mayo without a tag. Bravo, unknown photographer, thanks.

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About steviereynolds

One summer when I worked as a time card clerk for Younkers department store, I ran across my personnel file. I found out that my high school principal, Father Scott, said I was "phlegmatic." Forty-five years later, I still wonder whether he meant self-possessed, calm, and unruffled or torpid, sluggish and indifferent. Frankly I don't remember having much to do with Father Scott. He's dead now so I've missed the chance to see where he actually stood. But thinking about it has kept me on my toes.
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