Taco Bell

I have a longstanding revulsion for all things Taco Bell. Just driving by the place makes me nauseous. I do not remember when or why this started. I do not know if I had ever even eaten there before, or whether I was simply affected by all the stories I heard about "horse meat," etc. (Taco Bell has had some bad P.R. days.)

I happened to marry someone who loves Taco Bell. When I had the flu last week and did not make dinner -- or have anything in the fridge for him to make dinner with -- he went to Taco Bell. I had to leave the room while he ate it. And when he goes to the local hardware store on Saturdays, he sometimes swings by Taco Bell.

Well, I have not told him yet, but I think his days of dining alone on Taco Bell food are over. I recently saw a TV ad for their new Chicken Ceasar Grilled Stuft Burrito (how come the marketers chose to not spell stuffed properly?) It was lettuce, chicken, tortilla strips and ceasar dressing wrapped in a grilled shell. No horse meat, presumably. So the other day I went to Taco Bell for lunch. I drove through, for fear that stepping into the place would make my stomach turn. I have to admit I enjoyed it. Seemed like it was low in fat, too, although sometimes caesar dressing can fool you.

So, while I am not ready to order anything with beans or ground meat in it, I think I am becoming a Taco Bell convert.