Anyone who knows me knows I love food and that I can eat a lot of it. So much so, that a six foot, three inch, 240 pound man, aka my husband, has a hard time keeping up and yet, at his envy, I stay a steady 110 pounds. What can I say? Other than genetics have been kind and send any hostility towards the Swedish DNA my mother gave me. So, food trucks, stands, trailers, cantinas, even Winnebagoes, I thank ...