Tacos

I love tacos. There is just something about them that keeps me awake at night. Maybe it was the sweet relish Mom would put on them when I was a child. I grew up with a British mother who convinced me at an early age that sweet relish was a natural addition to my taco shell. I grew up,became an adult,and continued to always pour the relish on that homemade taco. I must of been in my twenties when it became clear to me that Mom had no idea what she was doing. I had always assumed EVERYONE put relish on their tacos.After all Mom did. And when Mom does something you assume it's normal.
It's not normal. I found that out the hard way when I got married. I realized no one except my family had ever heard of this abnormality. That was hard for me to swallow.
But I still put relish on my tacos. I can't think of not having that sweet taste layered on top of my shell.
My Mom grew up in India in the 1920's. She came to America during the 40's and had never seen a taco till years later. I spoke to my Mom recently about this story of me and my sweet relish fetish. I expected her to explain in detail how she came to put relish on my tacos back in the early 60's when I was a child. She looked at me with wide eyes at the age of 91 and simply replied... "I don't know".