This (what is reported in the article linked above) is especially silly or aggravating, because one of the wonderful things about tacos is how easily they are personalized. From Trouble Pug:
10 – TACOS
After the Tanakas bowed their heads and silently said grace, Mrs. Tanaka uncovered the serving dishes.
Morgan’s mom stared in shock at what was before her.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Tacos,” Mrs. Tanaka said.
“Tacos? Tacos!” Ms. Smith spluttered.
“Any problem?” Mr. Tanaka asked.
“But you guys are Japanese. This is Mexican food,” Ms. Smith wailed.
“Actually, it’s also American food. And, actually, we’re Americans. Have been for about a hundred years now,” Mr. Tanaka said, politely. He refrained from mentioning that people all over the world ate tacos these days. For that matter, it wouldn’t surprise him if astronauts ate them on the space station. “Kisa, would you pass me the tomatoes, please, if you’re through with them?” he asked.
“Sure, Dad,” Kisa said, handing him the chopped tomatoes.
In the Tanaka house, tacos were a favorite meal, not least because everyone could make his own, just the way he wanted. There were dishes heaped high with ingredients, and the family just handed the dishes around. Kisa liked hard shells, with a lot of tomatoes and lettuce and not too many beans, and lots and lots of ketchup. She wouldn’t even touch the hot sauce.
“Is that beef?” Morgan’s mom asked, with her eyes narrowed into suspicious slits as she watched Kisa’s mom build a taco.
“Yes,” Mrs. Tanaka said.
“I don’t eat beef,” Ms. Smith said.
“Then make yours without any. That’s why we serve them this way. Everyone chooses what he wants,” Mrs. Tanaka said.
“You shouldn’t eat beef,” Ms. Smith told her. “And I’m not a he.”
“I never said you were male. I just used standard English grammar.”
“Not to me.”
“Not once you learn it. It can be pretty handy, actually, using ‘he’ as a generic.”
“You shouldn’t eat beef,” Ms. Smith said again.
Mrs. Tanaka quietly helped herself to more ground beef. (more…)