Several weeks ago Mr. Pedantic and I braved the blazing Virginia heat and spent the larger part of a July Saturday at a taco festival.
It was as magical and as humid as you would suspect, and while the empanadas were a half-moon-shaped piece of Heaven, and the macaroni and cheese tacos as indulgent as we dared hope for, one of my favorite treats of the day was neither taco nor taco-inspired.
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I love that my generation has taken a hold of snacks and made them into not only a socially-acceptable mode of daily nutrition but a hallowed one. If you're not entirely sure of the current snack pseudonyms, see; charcuterie, tapas, tastings, flights…