“Mild, hot, or fire?” the cashier asked, handing my husband the tray of tacos. “All of them,” my husband replied, grabbing the tray to bring it to the table, where I sat with our son. Our son was five at the time. Both of my men love Mexican food. How did that happen? I was never a Mexican food aficionado, but here I was, sitting at Taco Bell, getting fast-food tacos.
