tacos Soma As a child, I always looked forward to when our family meal was taco night. One of the few times where I had the ability to decide on something for myself. Sour cream carefully smoothed on the crunchy corn shell first, before the other fillings were put in. Extra tomatoes. No cheese. It was one sweet moment of liberation in a high control regime. These days I don't like to make tacos. It feels like too much work to make all the little customizations for myself. I just want someone else to decide. 241208 what's it to you? who go blather from