Ode to a Burrito

It’s been a long year. Right? That’s not a controversial statement. And honestly, I don’t have a lot of room to complain. I’ve been fortunate enough to make it through the various catastrophes of 2020 without any major misfortunes befalling me.

But I’m still tired.

There’s been a lot going on for me lately. My wife and I both decided to change careers this year (early this year, that is–before COVID-19 was on our radar), so we’ve been dealing with those transitions alongside quarantine. On top of that, my wife’s new job is in a different city, so we’ve been spending a lot of time over the last few months apartment hunting. During that process, we wrecked our car, so we added ‘car shopping’ to our list of things to do.

Again, I realize that I’m in a pretty fortunate position–the career change was a major adjustment, but I’m still luckier than a lot of people who have been affected by the pandemic. Buying a new car was stressful, but we happened to be in a position to handle it financially. Overall, things have turned out alright.

It’s just draining, you know? Stressing out about one thing after another. Finally–as I write this on Tuesday night–things are falling into place. The car is bought. The apartment is found. Tomorrow, we’re spending the day moving a big chunk of our furniture to the new place. I had a very productive day; all that’s left to do is write tomorrow’s blog post (because I’m sure I won’t want to do it after lugging furniture upstairs for hours).

The problem: I have no idea what to write about.

I have a few ideas kicking around about tabletop stuff, but honestly? My current tabletop obsession is Starfinder (I bought the Core Rulebook over the weekend and really dig it so far), and I haven’t finished the book or played a session yet, so I don’t have a lot to write about there, and I just don’t have it in me tonight to write about something else.

It was a long day. I got a lot done, which is great, but now I’m wiped out. So I’m going to talk about the burrito I had for dinner.

I got my usual order from our favorite local Mexican place: one steak burrito and one chicken burrito. Both are delicious, but the chicken one is really top-tier. It’s a simple burrito: just a bunch of chicken wrapped in a tortilla and slathered in queso. But it’s delicious.

Sometimes you just need a good burrito, right? Sometimes, after a long day that capped off a long week or so, you just have to kick back and stuff your face with a bunch of cheese and meat. At least, that’s what I was raised to believe.

It was a bittersweet meal. On the one hand, it was very tasty; on the other, it’s likely the last time I’ll eat at this particular restaurant. It’s going to be weird, moving away from this town; it’s where my wife and I got married. It’s where I got my first job in journalism. It’s where I met my mentor, a woman who I’m tremendously fond of and will dearly miss being able to drop in on randomly at the library. And it’s where this delicious burrito place is.

One time, my cousin visited and we didn’t get around to eating dinner until 9 p.m. or so. This particular restaurant doesn’t close until 10, so we thought we’d go there. The place was dead, of course; I got my usual and my cousin decided to try the Chile Colorado. It was perhaps the freshest food I’ve ever been served, and almost certainly the most delicious. My cousin took a bite of their Chile Colorado, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Ethan, you can never order this. It would kill you.” See, my cousin has a way higher tolerance for spicy food than me, and apparently this dish was extremely spicy. My cousin still raves about it.

Okay, I think I better call it there. I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I’m just… I’m glad to be moving on–bigger and better things and all–but still…

I’m gonna miss those burritos.

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