If you wanted a real life glimpse into my weekly dinner repertoire, this dish is it! I seriously set this picture up, took the photo on this box, then moved the plates from the box to the table, and then moved the tacos from the plate to my face. That is real life, folks.
So many times growing up, we lived off fish sticks on those Lenten Fridays. When I tell Mike that we are having fish sticks for dinner, he groans. I even tried to give Andy a fish stick all slathered up in beautiful tartar sauce. I thought I was smarter than him because he loves any kind of sauce or sour cream or yogurt on anything. Alas, the kid took a bite of the fish stick, ate the breading off, and then spit out the fish. [Read more…]