guy eating burgerI’m an eater.  I realize this is shocking, but it’s true.  I fantasize about nachos and cheese the way teenage boys dream of boobs.  If eating was a sport I would be champion of the universe.

Have you seen the way I can put away a burrito?

So when I discovered the amazing goodness that is “food trucks,” I nearly wet myself with joy.  Seriously, I was drinking a Diet Coke and nearly spilled it all over my pants.

For those of you not familiar with this ingenious concept, a food truck is exactly what it sounds like…a truck filled with food.  T

hese food trucks drive around and sell food out of the truck.  It’s kind of like an ice cream truck, only without the creepy music and the sex offender driving the vehicle.

Some of these food trucks park downtown during my lunch hour, but since I don’t usually take a lunch hour, I rarely go to the food trucks.

I feel as if more than an hour should be devoted to eating, so I choose to boycott it completely and eat at my desk while perusing the latest orthopedic shoes fashions.

So when my friend The Nanny (not her real name, and not to be confused with Fran Drescher, who is super annoying), a fellow foodie, told me the food trucks were going to convene at a location near my house, I stocked up on Tums and told her I was in.

toy truckWe got a group together of people who love food as much as we do, and we agreed to meet at the happy place.

As I drove to the food trucks, I felt like a kid at Christmas or Hanukkah.  I’m soooo p.c. getting ready to open presents.  Would I have tacos?  What about a sandwich?

The one question I didn’t ask myself was “Will I have dessert?”  That would just be a ridiculous question.  That’s like asking if Charlie Sheen’s career is over, or if he would like another line of coke.  Duh.

I pulled up and saw people and cars everywhere, which meant the food would probably go quickly.  I mean, how many tacos can one small truck hold?

And I knew I would eat at least a third of its actual holding capacity.  I needed to get on it.

I  felt compelled to get to the trucks and protect my meat…literally.

Fortunately, the universe knew I needed some fish tacos ASAP, and a parking spot opened up, which I snagged quickly.  I threw the car in park, and practically ran to the food trucks.

guest checkOkay, it wasn’t so much a run as a jalk….and not so much a jalk as a brisk walk…and not so much a brisk walk as a regular walk.  I didn’t want to inadvertently work out prior to eating.

I found my posse.  Yes, that’s what I’m calling them…my posse.  I also met my husband there, as I sent him to the ATM to get us some cash. I  figured the food trucks didn’t want to be paid in apple pie flavored gum, Cheez-Its and a half empty bottle of water.

Yes, I’m a half empty kind of gal.  Matt and I secured our spot at the table with our posse (it sounds so cool), and we walked around the food trucks trying to decide what to eat.

Now I love my husband for many reasons, but one of them is his willingness to look away when it comes to me and all things food related.  Most people would be disgusted with my love of food trucks.

He and I agreed on the same food truck to start our feast.  We love the Cha Cha Chow truck so much, as their tacos are amazing.

We stepped up and placed our orders.  Matt went first, and then it was my turn.  I told her I wanted 3 tacos.

taco1She then asked a stupid question; would I like just the tacos or the tacos with a side of fries.  Really?  You had to ask that question?  My elastic waisted pants and my over sized sweater didn’t give you the heads up that I was here to party?

And by “party” I mean eat.  I gave the woman a disapproving glance and told her I wanted the tacos with fries.  After all, I was American.  Jeez.

Matt and I grabbed our food and headed to the table. I literally grabbed it from him, as I saw him eyeing my fries.  We sat down with our posse and began to eat the delicious goodness that is food from a food truck.

Approximately 3 minutes later, when all the food was devoured, we then began discussing what we would eat next.  After all, we couldn’t just have one meal.

The food trucks drove all the way to our part of the county to sell some food and we didn’t want to let them down.  That wouldn’t be neighborly.

We agreed we wanted to hit up one of the dessert trucks, but we couldn’t decide which one to go to, as they both had different and unique items on the menu.

Naturally, we chose the food truck closer to our table.  We weren’t there to work out.

I ordered a chocolate peppermint cupcake and wasn’t disappointed.  It was delicious!

woman with cupcakes

Not my friend Truffle.

My friend Truffle (not her real name), ate her entire cupcake before we even returned to the table to eat it. Clearly she’s awesome

I devoured my cupcake, barely coming up for air.  It was so wonderful that I wished I would have ordered more than one.

I looked up to see that another one of my friends had purchased two cupcakes.

She said one was for now and the other was for later.  I reminded her that it was later and I wanted her cupcake.

She wouldn’t budge, which is probably for the best, as I didn’t really need another cupcake.

I also didn’t need that third taco, but that didn’t stop me.

We chatted for a while and then headed to our cars to leave the food trucks to the other patrons.  I was happy I got to eat at the food trucks, and I was also happy I had friends who loved food as much as I did.

As I drove away I thought about what I would eat next.  After all, there was a grocery store just around the corner and I could use a little something to munch on…

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