Turkey Tacos

I have a plan. If successful, it could launch a new career for me. It could bring me fame and fortune in the blink of an eye. It could change the way the world (or parts of it) eats.

I'm taking about turkey tacos. Yes, turkey tacos. I was looking longingly at the massive amount of meat that I had stripped off the carcass of the turkey my wife roasted yesterday. There are two large freezer bags (in the refrigerator now, not yet in the freezer) full of meat, one filled with large slices of white meat and the other jam-packed with smaller pieces of dark meat. (My wife prefers white; I like dark.)

As I gazed into the freezer bags, a thought struck me: why not make turkey tacos? I envision shredding or dicing the dark meat and adding to it a slurry of spicy roasted pepper salsa, sharing with the turkey a smoky flavor and giving it some heat that will make one's tongue come to attention. I'll add some ground cumin, come ground ancho pepper, some ground quajillo pepper, and some salt, mix it all together, and let is simmer for awhile to get the flavors to mix.

Then, I'll put a spoonful of the turkey mixture onto a fresh, hot corn tortilla, add some fresh chopped cilantro, some onion, and a bit of salsa verde made with fresh tomatillos. Roll it up and eat it.

After playing with the recipe and getting it perfect, I'll open a taco stand outside my office building during lunch. People will try the turkey tacos, fall in love with them, and come back the next day, bringing their friends. Soon, the demand will far exceed my ability to meet it. I will have to open several more stands, then those will morph into full restaurants. As the call for take-out grows, I'll have to create a version to sell in grocery stores. The money will flood in. I will have to outsource the work of making the food, giving my wife and I time to count the money. One day, and it won't be long, we'll look at our bank accounts and realize we have literally millions of dollars. We'll sell the business to a huge conglomerate, which will pay us even more millions, and we'll move away, finding the ideal place to retire.

We'll take our turkey taco recipe with us, though, because the conglomerate that buys the business will wreck the flavor and the appeal of the taco during the process of making it a "corporate" money-maker.

As we sit in our new home, overlooking the Pacific, we'll make our own turkey tacos from scratch, and each one of us will hold one taco high in salute to the brilliance of our little plan that was launched in November 2007.

I'll write later about how much of this becomes reality.