For days now, I have been drifting through the monotony of meals, each one a mere substitute, a pale reflection of what could be. The absence of tacos, the very food that has become a cornerstone of my soul, has cast a shadow over my culinary existence. How can one truly understand the depth of need until they have experienced the soul-crushing void left by a food that sustains not only the body, but the spirit? It is not merely a dish; it is an experience, a burst of flavor, a perfect harmony of textures that I have sorely missed. In these long, taco-less days, I have wandered, aimlessly, through plates of food that do not satisfy. A sandwich? Too one-dimensional. A salad? Too virtuous, too green, too… unworthy of my craving. The longing for tacos gnaws at my consciousness, reminding me of the beauty I once took for granted…..