Taco Turdsday

I brought in a bunch of leftovers on Thursday: components for 1970s-era suburban-style tacos, which are, as you can imagine, nothing like actual tacos. I did buy some fresh avocados five days earlier, but when I tried to make guacamole with them Thursday morning, only one of the avocados had ripened. The rest were as unaffected by time as a mountain made of diamond. So I did without. My beef was some cleverly repurposed meatballs that hadn't turned out the way I'd wanted. I washed the gravy off the meatballs, mashed the meat up in my skillet, re-flavored everything with taco seasoning, and added a can of baked beans to make something that lay somewhere between taco filling and chili on the "ersatz Tex-Mex" spectrum. I took the beef mixture to the office along with some flour tortillas, shredded cheese, sour cream, jalapeños, lettuce, tomatoes, and sriracha. I felt bad about not having any guac or salsa, but the troops seemed fine with what I'd brought. Below are two pics: one of my lunchtime taco, and one of my nighttime nachos.