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Finally, I had the chance to try the famous Mariscos Jalisco taco truck. But the real highlight wasn’t the crispy bite of the legendary taco—it was watching a young boy savor his, completely immersed in the experience.
There was something special about the way he ate—not just enjoying the flavors but studying them, as if each bite held a lesson. Struck by his curiosity, I struck up a conversation with his grandmother. She told me he’s passionate about food, loves cooking, and even made butter from scratch yesterday. His latest adventure had been Chinese hot pot, and this taco stop? It was his homework.
His grandma brings him to these places, giving him moments not just to eat, but to discover, taste, and learn. Watching them together, I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of that love—of food as a bridge between generations, of learning through flavor, of a young dream quietly unfolding.
Judging by the way he eats, I have no doubt—one day, he’ll be a great chef. ✨ 2 replies
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