Soooo, there's this thing.
And it's weird and strange and completely unexpected and crazily out of character for me but I just can't help it. I WANT to hate it. I wish I could stop it. But I tell you, it slips more and more out of my control as each year passes.I really enjoy college basketball.
I either just gained 473 new male readers or you're all experiencing my very fun version of SHOCK THERAPY.
It all started 5 years ago when we moved from our urban downtown KC loft to our quaint, cozy, little purchased ranch house just a kiss into Kansas. I didn't give 2 you-know-whats about sports until Aaron said to me one day, "You know, now that we live in Kansas we have to root for the KU Jayhawks." Me, "The KU whuwhuz?" Him, "The Jayhawks. They're like, insanely good. One of the best teams in the country. Next time there's a b-ball game on, we should watch." Right, sure, UH HUH. And ew, don't call it "b-ball."
And just like that my inner basketball maniac was released upon the world.
I'M INSANE. I jump up and down. I sweat. I do the pee pee dance. I scream "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" in a voice that embarrasses even Marlon Brando.
Seriously, WHO AM I?! How did this happen? Will it ever go away? Help me?
So, obviously when March Madness rolls around life stops and nothing else matters, and these games are the only things that exist and I'm totally freaking you out right now.
The entire point of what I'm trying to tell you is this. These turkey potato taco bites
are so stinkin' delicious you're going to want to…wait for it….SLAM DUNK them into your mouth! OHHHHH I'm so fired.
Fo' real though. Make these for your next March Madness party. Or if b-ball (omg I just did it) ain't ya thang, then just make them for breakfast, lunch, snack time, dinner and/or dessert.
But if you make them for a March Madness party, invite me over! Wait, don't. I'll annoy the daylights out of you.
No, really. I will.
Look how simple this is! We got taters, cheese, turkey, Old El Paso chiles and taco seasoning, and cilantro. Das it.
Slice the potatoes in half lengthwise and arrange them on a baking sheet with a little oil. Lick one. I'm JOKING.
While they bake, get your little filling all ready. Brown some turkey.
Add those chiles.
Add the seasoning. It's already smelling so, so good.
Mix it all together like birds of a feather. Or something.
Taters are done!
Using a melon baller or small spoon, scoop out as much potato flesh as you can, without ripping the skin on the bottom. I ripped the skin on two of them. But I held it together and moved on with life. And I apologize about the word "flesh."
Fill up your little potato cups with the filling! Taste the filling. AH KNOW. And of course, sprinkle with delicious cheddar.
Stick them back under the broiler until that cheese gets nice and bubbly, for the love.
I mean, come on.
March maaaaadnessssss snacks up in HEE-ER.
Don't you want 6,000? I do. And I did. And I do again.
And still do.
*Bev hopes that she didn’t offend anyone with her love for the Jayhawks. These things just aren't in her control. For more musings, visit her blog Bev Cooks
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