The five year wait for a REAL TACO

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The five year long wait is over.

But first let me backtrack...

Here in Aberdeen, we are not blessed with an abundance of Mexican food outlets. So when it comes to celebrating Taco Day with our dear (now departed) friend Jazzi, a soupçon of creative improvisation has been required.

I wonder if any of you remember our 2011 effort, the Aberdeen MacTaco? (Haggis and oatcakes were involved and actually, it was rather good).

In 2012, my Human Grandad was in hospital and we missed the event entirely.

The situation was not much better in 2013 - in fact some might say worse - when Gail forgot until the last minute and I ended up with a photo of a taco, printed from the internet…


Last year things just got weird, when a certain human decided we should celebrate Jazzi's favourite colour and, with the aid of some food dye, fashioned a taco out of 100% pink ingredients.


Well this year I opted to take matters into my own paws.

A short session on Google and I discovered that Uncle Sabino's Mexican Restaurant & Takeaway  is now open on Little Belmont Street, only a mile away from our house.

So I suggested that Gail might like to bicycle into town and pick up a REAL taco for me.

You know, sometimes she is surprisingly obedient.

Mmm these tacos are yummy. Wee Jazzi had good taste, for sure.

And didn't Gail do well too?  If the oil price continues to drop, I'd say she has a promising future as a taco delivery lady...

A PINK taco?

Oh I am so thrilled to be taking part in Angel Jazzi's Taco Day. 

We all remember Jazzi don't we? The funniest, cutest and all round most adorable Scottie you could ever hope to meet. She left us far too soon.

Now Jazzi was world famous for her love of tacos, and what better way to remember this incomparable character than by sharing in her appreciation of her favourite foodstuff?

Oh look, there is something that Gail tells me is a taco on the table here. 

As tacos are not part of the Scottish diet, you will forgive the, er, 'unusual' interpretation of this dish from across the Pond.

Oh, I get it. This a PINK taco. 'Cos if there was one thing Jazzi loved almost as much as tacos, it was the colour pink. Gail and I  always looked forward to seeing her wearing her pretty pink dresses. Her she is modelling the 'Back to School' outfit, one of our favourites.

Mmmm, back to the taco. Although the combination of ingredients is unusual*, I think I might try some. For Angel Jazzi's sake, you understand.

 

Nom, nom, nom. I do wish Addi were here to share it with me. I could show her my manly scar too...

*Pink taco ingredients: ham, red onion, beetroot and sesame paste, radishes, prawn cocktail, and raspberries in yoghurt, all held in a soft taco shell which had been dipped in pink food dye and baked until crisp. 

Bertie's International No Taco Day...

WANTED: A new assistant.

(For real tacos, visit Jazzi).

If only Human Grandad had four legs

It has come to my attention that there are pros and cons with the human set-up of walking on just two legs.

This arrangement seems all well and good in the middle years, when humans can generally balance quite well. It frees up their arms to make bows and arrows, shop for dog food and use computers.

However, the human young 'uns and oldies do often seem rather wobbly.

My human Grandad (HGD), aged ninety, is a case in point. These days he quite often topples over when out and about. Normally he avoids harm, brushes himself down and says to any concerned passers by "It's OK thanks, I'm fine, I know how to fall, I used to play rugby". Sadly, last Sunday HGD's luck ran out and he stumbled over a kerb and hurt his face quite badly. He is now in hospital.

Oh if only HGD had four legs like me. It's so much easier to stay upright. The downside, of course, is that without arms one needs a human secretary to assist with one's blog.

Well I'm sure my readers will understand that Gail must go down to Nottingham to help her father get back on his feet. So I'm afraid that this blog will be quiet for a few days.

Don't worry about me though. I am being cared for in Aberdeen by my lovely friend Marie-Thérèse.

Although I will admit to being totally gutted at missing out on Jazzi's National Taco Day celebration this year.

Granted, it would have been hard to improve on last year's Aberdeen MacTaco feast...