A chicken empanada, a cheese empanada and two tacos al pastor

is what I begged my husband to get me for lunch the other day. It's from an old beat up taco truck parked beside a Marathon gas station. The shabbier looking the food truck, the better the food. I think it's a law of ethnic food trucks. He took a while to come back with the goods because there was quite a crowd ahead of him. I'm not a foodie, but I know enough and have traveled enough to know the food is like, actually Mexican and not watered down for gringos, so I was surprised when my husband said the crowd ahead of him was all white people. Maybe I wasn't surprised, maybe I was more disappointed because I wanted there to be at least some brown people lined up for the food, which would have ensured its authenticity. And do rural white Kentuckians even know what anything on the menu aside from tacos even is? I mean, maybe y'all know about empanadas, but do y'all seriously know what's up with tortas, sincronizadas, huaraches and sopes? I need to stop being so judgmental and let people live. Can't fault folks for wanting more out of Mexican food life than Taco Bell. 

I got my bake on recently. I delivered fresh loaves of bread to my neighbors and baked a second batch and shared a loaf with one of my colleagues. Our sons were born 3 months apart and go to the same daycare. Sometimes when we drop off my son, he gets a little teary and my colleague's son gives him a toy to comfort him, which is adorable and sweet. My colleague told me that the other day her son said, "JoJo is my friend." Just the idea that a little boy considers my little boy his friend just made me well up with tears.