I love burritos.
Wrap a chewy tortilla around a slopful of sticky beans, blackened chicken, and creamy guacamole and that’s a pretty fine lunch. Hey, squirt some sour cream in there, sprinkle grated cheese, and splat some salsa on and you just made it better.
Burritos are so delicious that I eat them as fast as possible. I don’t talk, I don’t blink, and I don’t breathe during my super-fast-super-chomp moments of gobbling down the goods. By the end I’m a heavy breathing mess with salsa streaks down my chin, rogue tin foil scraps on my shirt, and sweat dripping down my forehead.
I know it sounds like a pretty picture but the truth is I start filling with regret at this point. After all, I mean — I probably just parted with eight or nine bucks and the five-minute chowdown doesn’t seem worth the fat lump sitting my stomach. It’s a thousand calories for five minutes of tastiness. Somehow the math just doesn’t add up.
But that’s what makes it so great when a Burrito Ghost joins me about two hours later in the form of a deep burp from 20,000 leagues deep in my stomach. Suddenly splashy scents of chopped tomatoes, cilantro-sprinkled rice, and spicy salsa join me for a brief reminder of the World’s Most Delicious Lunch.
Burgers, bruschetta, garlic bread — it doesn’t matter. Those flavor memories combine to form some serious meal nostalgia.
Oh sure, your snobby friends may say it’s disgusting.
But we all know it’s
AWESOME!
Way to make me crave Chipotle, Neil! I’m really happy you have still kept up your awesome list. It’s been a while since I’ve been to your blog, and as I was moving my old blog to my new one, I came across a comment of yours and decided to stop by. I’m glad I did. Thank you for being so awesome.
PS. Your first book is something that I’ve gifted to many friends and family throughout the years. :)