Hello! Tonight’s dinner was a burrito.
Once upon a time, I was on a photoshoot that required a bunch of flour tortillas. There were extra, so I took them home. Those tortillas have been laying low on top of my fridge ever since, so tonight I finally decided to do something about it (I still have 8 tortillas).
This burrito couldn’t decide if it wanted to be a White People Taco Night™ style burrito (old el paso seasoning, shredded cheddar) or an authentic Mexican taco style burrito (raw white onion, cilantro). But now I’m thinking … do Mexicans even eat burritos? 30 seconds of googling yielded some enlightening info. Just call me Diana Kennedy.
Anyway, me and my burrito-obsessed palate seasoned some ground beef with Fresh Direct brand taco seasoning (somehow this feels worse than old el paso), I heated a can of beans in a small pot until they were reduced and kind of mushy, I thinly sliced a chunk of white onion, thinly sliced some romaine leaves, grated some pepper jack, and mixed chopped cilantro and lime juice into some leftover sushi rice. Also included were the last few spoonfuls of a container of sour cream, and a few enthusiastic punches of cholula.
While I was assembling my burrito with all of these things and John was assembling his, he made some breathy annoying comment about mine being overstuffed and that I wouldn’t be able to fold it.
If you could have only seen his face when mine folded up into a tidy perfect parcel, and his looked like an overweight man in a car crash.
To set the scene during dinner, we first listened to some mariachi music, then the Coco soundtrack. We talked about what we know of Mexican culture, and both agreed that there are many places we want to visit in Central and South America before we go to Europe again.
We finished our burritos, and as per tradition, John cleaned up while I scrolled on my phone. Afterward, however, we did something we don’t usually do: we regrouped back at the table for a special event dessert - a freshly purchased package of Oreos with a side of milk.
