The taco meat is simmering on grandma's stove, which is probably at least 60 years old. Duv and I took over the shell frying (around here we don't buy taco shells, we make our own with a little oil, a hot pan, and corn tortillas) and assembly. Uncle Joe came over and brought Grandma a Heineken. Not sure she's had too many of those, but it seems as though she likes it.
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