Bringing home a guy to meet the parents can be a stressful situation. Add to that an already horrific track record and the fact that the guy I was dating at the time wasn’t entirely white, and the stress level shot through the roof. All I can do now is laugh at how ridiculous it was for everyone, although at the time, it was mortifying.
In my early twenties, I brought home the boyfriend at the time to meet the parents. He was born and raised here in the states, but his dad was born in Mexico City. I don’t know what exactly prompted my mother to make tacos for dinner, but she did. Maybe it was already taco night and we just made an unlucky choice, or maybe she decided to make them after finding out a little about the guy. I can’t really say now, but I can tell you it was a disaster.
The tacos consisted of browned hamburger with taco seasoning, tortillas straight out of the package (not heated at all) and condiments like lettuce, tomatoes and cheese. When we all sat down and started building our tacos, the guy I brought home asked if we had any salsa. My mom jumped up and ran to the kitchen and brought back a gallon of Pace Picante sauce. He was very polite and ate everything he put on his plate, but I don’t think that’s what he had in mind when he asked for salsa.
My salsa tastes have changed pretty drastically over the years. I used to like really pasty, sauce-y salsa with not a lot of chunks. I also preferred it very mild. Now, I’ve taken the heat level up a notch to medium (I know, I’m still a wimp) and I like salsa that is more fresh with chunks of tomatoes and onions and cilantro. There’s a grocery store near my house that carries a bomb salsa that I can’t get enough of. I buy it two at a time and love it just plain with my lime tortilla chips. Yummy!
Feel free to share your awkward food dates in the comments. I can’t possibly be the only one with such a story.