On The Taco Line

Last night’s dinner was freshly made tacos, hot off the griddle, in downtown Santa Barbara.  The tacos were fantastic, and the hot peanut sauce was to die for, but what really caught my eye was the woman who was making the tortillas.  Roll the flour mix into a ball, press it down, peel it out, and place it on the griddle for just the right amount of time — she was like an unflappable well-oiled machine, cranking out the floury circles of tasty goodness and totally focused on her job.

It was a pleasure to watch her working in such rhythm as I waited eagerly for the next serving of tacos.  It’s always gratifying to watch someone who is good at their job and taking it seriously.