#hard taco shells

[rubys-kitchen]

Carrot-and-Black Bean Taco

Chef’s Note: okay, so I’ve been watching Food Wars anime, and this reminds me of a VERY mild version of what they show as delicious. I believe there is umami. There is some contrast between the three textures, which I quite enjoy. The spices and cilantro I feel highlight the ingredients and you can easily devour four and still enjoy every bite. And the dash of lime juice in the beans does accentuate the sauteed flavors

Original recipe link

Makes: 10 tacos

Ingredients

1 1/2 tbsp + 1 1/2 olive oil

1 small yellow onion (~ 1 cup chopped)

1 poblano pepper

1 tsp chili powder

1 can (15.5 oz) black beans, drained and rinsed

1/3 cup water

1 tbsp lime juice

kosher salt

1/2 lb medium carrots (~ 4 carrots)

1 tsp ground cumin

10 hard taco shells

fresh chopped cilantro

Instructions

0. Preheat oven to 450°F

1. Chop yellow onion. Dice poblano pepper. Peel carrots. Cut carrots into 3” to 4”-long sticks.

2. Heat 1 1/2 tbsp olive oil in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat

3. Add in chopped onion and diced poblano pepper. Cook, stirring occasionally, until tender, 4 to 6 minutes.

4. Add chili powder and cook, stirring, until fragrant, 30 seconds.

5. Add rinsed black beans and the 1/3 cup water. Reduce heat to medium-low and cook, stirring occasionally, until thickened, 4 to 6 minutes.

6. Mash beans with the back of the spoon until thick. Stir in lime juice. Season with salt.

I just sprinkled maybe about 1 tsp of salt all around

7. MEANWHILE, toss carrots with cumin and 1 1/2 tbsp olive oil

8. Lay carrots in an even layer on an aluminum foil-lined baking sheet. Season with salt.

9. Roast in the oven, turning once, until just tender, 10 to 12 minutes.

10. Spoon a line of beans into the taco shell. Top with some carrot sticks. Sprinkle atop cilantro. Enjoy!

If you aren’t serving all tacos tonight, just do your best to gauge what 1/10 of the mixture is. And remember that when you bite the taco shell, it will squish and push stuff up. These should be filled so that the squish is just enough that everything still fits inside

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

hard shell tacos |2022|

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Incorrect Hoo quotes #9

Leo and Breisa: *Talking about their favorite Mexican food*

Jason: I love tacos

Leo: Oh for real? What’s your favorite?

Breisa: That would be so hard to chose— pollo, asada, chorizo, Al pastor *Day dreams about food*

Jason: Hard shell tacos

Breisa and Leo: *Offended Spanish*

[ebbywaffle]

ok so with the science of reheating pizza, i feel like proper conclusions have been made(hot skillet + a couple teaspoons of water, big-enough air fryer, etc) but the jury's still out on how to properly reheat a shitty Taco Bell hard shell taco other than microwaving (which sucks bc warmed lettuce and the texture gets weird and some of the meat doesn't get hot enough at times) show me the hacks on that

[clgarettemermaid]

Ah man sometimes being a dedicated #lifty⬅️ (my cute name for shoplift-ing ) is difficult. I refuse to pay for the batteries I need for my bullet vibrator but I found smth at home to get the batteries I need out of. But I'm unsure if I have the right screw driver🪛 and I....again....don't want to buy a screw driver 🪛 (-_-)/~~~

[antvnger]

#hardshelltacosforever

- Scott Lang

[firststreetcafe]

Hard Shell Beef Taco by Sarah Stierch

[micallum]

As a Mexican I am so triggered by the American “hard shell taco” bs. Bro, that’s a fucking tostada, learn some manners!

[fieriframes]

[-All the way down. -And Brad keeps serving up though life favors the devoted. Beef hard shell tacos.]

[gluegrapes]

I ate it all up

[marcosfrackles]

Recipe by Quinnee

[miss-floral-thief]

Hm

Bro got chiquitos?

[killbaned]

fucking woke up at ten because my back was all twisty and couldn't get back to fucking sleep so i only got like five hours of sleep last night. i'm fucking mad about it. i only ate half that pizza last night bc i didn't wanna stuff myself and wasn't as hungry as i thought but i guess eating at all WAS a bad idea.

[mizuthe-cat]

I just saw the worst video

spaghetti tacos

[arebornthought]

can’t stand all these ready meal prep startups with boring bland ass food. where’s the CULTURE. where’s the SEASONING. give me some damn Caribbean food. these people’s idea of diverse food options is some kind of dressed up pork, a fucked up pasta, or some americanized Mexican food.

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05