On Saturday night I went to a huge potluck at the Lonestar Plate’s house. Taco cleanse enthusiasts had come from all over the city bearing taco fixins, from soy curl guisada to cool ranch sauce there were more options than you could ever try. While we all filled our bellies up with delicious tacos Ross of VRA burned a taco effigy…while we all chanted… tacos.. tacos.. tacos. It was the perfect way to get into the more spiritual aspects of the taco cleanse.
As the fire burned away so did my impure thoughts of pizza and bagels that have been plaguing me during this first week of cleansing. I’m stronger than ever now. Taco Strong.