I just had a flashback to a childhood food: cheese and lettuce tacos. I wasn't crazy about ground beef back then, so on taco night, I would fill my taco shells with layers of shredded cheddar cheese and iceburg lettuce. No taco sauce, no beans (my mom, for whatever reason, never served refried beans on taco night. She should've -- Dylan and I would've eaten the shit out of them); just lettuce and cheese. My dear sweet mother would even order them for me like that from Taco Bell. (Those people must've thought she was insane.)
Yes, indeed. I sure was a strange one.
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Please don't make me cry.