There should be a word for the first meal in a new home. If we were German we’d just mash the words together and form a new word. But we’re not, and newhomefirstmeal is kind of difficult to pronounce.
Whatever we call it, we had a first meal tonight in our new apartment with Mom, Dad, and Alex. I may not have made the dinner, but they were freshly made at Honest Tom’s down the street, guac and pico y todo. Home is where the tacos are.