Taco Bell Blunder

I'd like to know something: Has anyone actually ever voluntarily ordered a Chalupa from Taco Bell? I don't know that anyone in good conscience could own up to that. It's like admitting to eating an entire package of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies in one sitting. Or making homemade fried chicken - the real kind. It just seems like in today's society, it might be frowned upon.

The other day after work I had a hair cut scheduled. I love my hairdresser, and just can't leave her. She only works two days a week, and I always have to schedule after work. So I devotedly drive 45 minutes to an hour through rush hour traffic to see her. That means in order to make my appointments on time, I have to get fast food. Usually, lately, it's been Taco Bell. And my typical order is a Baja Gordita (nope, no qualms ordering a food item that actually translates to "short, fat little girl") and a taco. A Gordita is a taco with some yummy sweet/spicy sauce on it. The shell is sort of fluffy and soft, like... well... a cross between a tortilla and pita. I love it.)

Such is what I did this past Tuesday. I then drove out to the salon. Arriving a bit early, I decided to eat in the car. Opening the bag, I discovered a horrible mistake: I had not received my Gordita. They had given me a Chalupa. (I didn't really even know what it was.) I examined it skeptically, and realized it was the exact same thing as a Gordita, except that they DEEP FRY the tortilla-pita shell thing.

Yeah.

Since I was starving, I decided to try it.

And that's when I decided that no one should ever actually admit to ordering a Chalupa. Here's why: A Chalupa is basically Taco Bell's version of a McGriddle. The fried tortilla thing is soft and sweet, but the meat inside is (obviously) still savory and spicy. The thing is so chock full of grease that it oozes over your fingers and face. Maybe it's better to describe it as somewhat like a taco corndog - without the dog. Or like plopping taco filling on top of an elephant ear - you know, those things you get at carnivals? And you know what? I thought it was delicious!

I swear I could feel my arteries clogging. I felt guilty with each bite (although with each bite I wanted more), and so after only half, I put it down and ate my taco instead.

So there's my confession. If it was socially acceptable for me to order a Chalupa, I probably would. But the fear of public scorn (and of triple bypass surgery later in life) will keep me from it. But... maybe I can hope for another accident someday.