So, you run into a salad story written by a Mexican — me — and expect to see a taco salad? Not likely to happen.
There are no taco salads in Mexican kitchens. At least I have never, ever seen or heard of a taco salad either in Mexico or served in a Mexican’s home, wherever that may be in the world. I could attest to the same thing for the entire universe if it weren’t for the fact that I haven’t left this Earth.
To be blunt, I do hope for a world without taco salads — and the cold and soggy taco shells of their aftermath.
Would you care for a burger-and-french fries salad with ketchup and mustard squeezed on top of dressed greens? Not I, although I would devour a bacon cheeseburger with fries any day, hot off the pan, with or without a plate.