It’s sort hard to be talking about these tacos.
I made them a week or so ago and umm, talking about them is just making me wish I had one – or two or three, or ok maybe even four! What I made them small! It’s also making me wish I was eating them while sitting on the beach looking out over the clear blue water.
Hey, a girl can dream.
And speaking of dreams. You guys, lately I am loving my dreams. Is that weird? I feel like that is really weird, but mine have been extraordinarily good lately. Think palm trees, summer, cute guys, road trips and other random things. Oh, and one kind of creepy dream that I’d really like to forget. I feel like this may be a sign that I’m quite possibly living life through my dreams…which definitely means I need to get out more. UGH. I am such a homebody. I love it and hate it all at the same time. But ahh, I mostly love it.
I am also now realizing just how much I dream. Not only when I sleep, but during the day too. Like when I am wide awake, in the middle of shooting…say chocolate things, yep, even then I sometimes drift off. I definitely begin to daydream when I am doing my computer work. My mind just starts to get bored and then it wanders. Oh well, I guess I have a pretty good imagination, which can actually be pretty fun.
Hey, dream big or go home, right? <–motto to live by.
So let’s talk tacos, and about my obsession with southern California. Basically, if I didn’t have a family that I loved so fricking much here in Colorado I’d pick up all my stuff and get my butt to CA. I know, everyone wants to live in California, but well, it’s so nice there. Sunny and warm, farmers markets all year round, the flea markets (hello food pro HEAVEN!) and well, TACOS! The tacos alone are reason enough. I mean, right??!?
Now, I realize that the grass always seems greener on the other side (but well, it literally is so much greener. I am currently looking out at dirt…lots of brown dirt). Plus, I tried the whole LA thing when I was seventeen and well, to be brutally honest, it pretty much scared the crap (excuse the language) outta me. Granted I am a few years older now and have a whole different mindset than my seventeen year old lost self, but you know, I tend to play it safe.
BUT I can dream. Apparently, I am really good at this dreaming thing.
In LA, I lived in the West Hollywood area around the La Brea Tar Pitts. Every day around lunch, all the food trucks would line the street and OH MY GOSH. It smelled insanely good. Most of my time that summer was spent working, but on a day off, I’d go and look through all the menus just for fun, cause you know that’s totally normal and all. The good thing was that I never really got a chance to get dependent on the food trucks, but I did get to scour the menus, which was awesome, cause hey, it’s LA and anything goes. The other good thing was that those menus inspired so many amazing recipes.
These bulgogi BBQ pork tacos being one of them. Now, they are so not the same as the ones from the Bogi Food Truck because one, I didn’t have that recipe and two, I had to make them my own because I don’t know how to not do that. Plus, when I start cooking, things just happen, and following recipes pretty much goes out the door. Maybe that’s why half the baked goods I make fall flat? Hmmm…..
Anyway, these tacos are insane. INSANE.
I made them with Cinco De Mayo in mind. The minute Easter was over all I could think about was the next holiday. CINCO DE MAYO! Probably one of the best food holidays around if you ask me. Mexican food RULES. I know I am a bit early to the Mexican party, but you see, I have so many recipes I want to show you before May 5th that I figured I better just get started. Can you say first world problems??
These are Mexican-Korean fusion food at its best. They may even be one of my very favorite tacos. For me, it’s all about that tomatillo sauce, so stinking awesome.
The tacos are pretty simple to make, but they do require a bit of ingredients, and the pork needs some time in the fridge, but please don’t let anything stop you from making these. Your mouth needs to experience these flavors. No exaggeration. I don’t kid when I am talking tacos.
And then, once you make these tacos and realize how much you love them, you can then go on to dream about them, and how many people you can share them with in the coming weeks. YES.
Oh, and bonus point to anyone who tops their tacos with sesame fries and a fried egg. If you do this, please show me photos!!