Rachel’s Team Pick:
Earlier today, my friend Batia introduced me to the taco box.
Me: Maybe someone someday will love me enough to make me a taco box.
Batia: My future is me making myself a taco box. Is this liberation?
This is a taco box you guys:
Do you get it? It’s everything you need for tacos. In a box. Also flowers. And beer. Guinness wouldn’t be my choice, but let’s not nitpick. There’s also some kale, which is an excellent decision. Also I have the exact same tupperware that the brown rice comes in. I’m hard pressed to think of anything I really, truly need in life that is not found in the taco box.
In the original post on The Kitchn, the taco box is presented as a gift for new parents, so that they don’t have to fit taco-making into their infant-centric schedule. It’s in the same vein as dropping off lasagna or casseroles for stressed or put-upon friends. I’m hoping I don’t have to have a kid to merit a taco box, though. I think there are many occasions in life that are well suited to being commemorated with a taco box. For instance:
+ new job
+ losing a job
+ finding a really perfect pair of boots
+ graduations
+ breakups
+ Tuesdays
+ your favorite show being canceled
+ finals
+ winning 1-3 Weblog Awards
+ not having any tacos
+ having your car totaled
+ getting a super cute haircut
+ new episodes of Julie and Brandy in your Taco Box Office
+ finding a new apartment
+ learning how to knit
+ half-birthdays
+ Valentine’s Day
+ Won’t You Be My Neighbor Day
What are you waiting for? This is a cold, cruel world, and needs more taco boxes in it. Be the taco box you want to see in the world.
