I’m a fan (HUGE fan) of the Breakfast Burrito. I prefer to make mine at home (though I will indulge at McDonald’s… even though I know I shouldn’t. But they’re so tasty…) with eggs from the Happy Chickens, Spicy Ranch dressing, cheese, bacon… veggies. Whatever needs tossing into and being wrapped up inside my burrito is fair game.
Every once in a while though, once I’ve compiled my burrito and folded and wrapped so carefully… it suffers what I call: a blow-out. If you eat foods in burrito-form as much as I do, you dread the blow-out. Sometimes they happen as you’re carefully folding and rolling together. Sometimes you get them as you’re taking a bite, the now herniated burrito spilling its innards out into your hand.
Today (okay, yesterday, as I write my posts usually the day before), my breakfast burrito suffered blow-out before I even got my tortilla on the plate. There were two flour tortillas left in the bag and they stuck together as I began to peel them apart. As I felt the tortilla tear, I cried softly, “Ohhhhh Nooooooo!” and pulled them both out, carefully peeling them apart, yet already knowing a blow-out was headed my way.
I cooked my eggs, sprinkled my cheese and poured my salsa. Carefully I wrapped and folded and all looked well, but my burrito herniated onto my hand… and plate. Since I have no pride in moments like this, I proceeded to lick off my hand and between my fingers, the innards of my burrito that had spilled forth. Pseudo-melted cheese accompanied by roasted chipotle salsa oozed over my palm and I licked it off and made “Mmmmmm” sounds, because it was good. And I liked it.
Now, here it goes… my ode to my Breakfast Burrito:
Tasty Wrap so good to me
Blow-out makes me sad.
The End. (what can I say… I like Haiku)