On Burritos

I don't know what it is about being in an academic setting that makes one crave burritos, but for the love of god- it's become a problem...and when I say "problem" I mean nothing of the sort.  Around campus, there are at least five places to get one...and three more on the way home.  I get weak in the knees over them and often find myself choosing them over nachos.

NACHOS- the food of the gods and Mr. Vest!  How could it be that another food could usurp the crown?

There is a Boston institution, Anna's Taqueria, that is mere steps from my apartment.  For years they never took credit cards, which was a blessing in disguise.  If I didn't have cash on me, I couldn't reason to walk ALL THE WAY to an ATM and would just make cous-cous and call it a day (my recipe for cous-cous burritos is f'in killer, by the by).

BUT, those bastards decided to join the new millennium and begin taking debit cards.  So, now it's like there is no reason to not go there three to four times a week (except to curb my expanding waistline).  A few of the cooks at this location said to me once, "You know, there are other burrito places in this neighborhood."  I wanted to say, "I know but Felipe's is Monday, Wednesday, Saturday...and Boca Grande is every other Tuesday...so you guys should be glad that I can even FIT you into my schedule."

Instead, I asked for extra guacamole.

In terms of maintaining my weight (and if I'm doing my math concerning caloric intake correctly), I find that my burrito-eating is justifiable.  I mean, I live like a whole mile from campus, so the walk home should burn up not only the calories of one burrito, but also the one I bought and ate along the way.  Right?  Bob from "The Biggest Loser," what do you think?


You think I shouldn't eat that many burritos and instead think about exercising more?  Shut up.

Shut up and kiss me.

Again.

And never put a shirt on.

Except if it's flannel.

Ok, back to burritos.

God, I'm hungry.