I will start this post with a bit of a gripe - but stay with me! It'll turn around. I promise.
Yesterday, I asked Mr. V to pick up some meat for tacos on his way home from work while I stayed a bit later (read: 2 hours later - long story involving me fixing a copier more than two times). He came home with: TURKEY MEAT. Now, I am not wholly opposed to turkey. I like it at Thanksgiving. It makes a great deli sandwich. And as a substitute for beef in my sloppy joes, it totally works.
I don't like it in my tacos. I don't know why. I just can't stomach it. And the fact that I've been nauseated in general lately doesn't help my gag reflex when it comes to things I don't like.
Mr. V does like turkey tacos. A lot. So much so that tonight, when I said I would make tacos if we got some beef, he said he'd drive out in his UT t-shirt to get me free Whataburger (which he doesn't like) if I would make him turkey tacos.
I was pouting when I saw a bag of Tostitos laying out. Inspiration struck. Now, if you've ever worked or attended Camp Ozark, you remember (fondly) Build-A-Mountain day. I was lacking quite a few of the typical ingredients, but I had the chips, I had the turkey, and I had cheese. That's basically what I put on my tacos anyway, so I thought "I'll make this work." I didn't completely gag, so this worked out.
I'm glad it all worked out, but that's not what I'm thankful for.
Today, I am thankful for the fact that I have food to eat, a husband to argue with, and a creative mind that can turn problems upside down. Definitely blessings and worthy of my deep appreciation!
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