for the love of...

I was sitting here eating my leftover chipotle burrito for lunch thinking about how much I'm enjoying my new favorite food.  For the longest time, I didn't give Chipotle the time of day.  I'm a self-confessed picky eater and mixing all that "stuff" up in a burrito defies my "keep food in their separate corner" motto.  In the past when I have followed my fanatic friends to Chipotle, I have whimped out and got either tacos or an ultra-whimppy quesadilla.  But my food-i-ness took a turn for the better back in July.

Kalin and I were working for our family friends and we all met up for lunch at ...Chipotle.  Oh great, I thought to myself.  I was so over a bland quesadilla.  So, I scoured the menu and picked out a barbacoa burrito, black beans, and the red sauce.   The first bite...DELICIOUS.  Then my mouth was on fire.  The red sauce was the hottest option.  Whoops--and I forgot to get some sour cream to calm it down.  But it was so delicious--I loved every bite, so worth the heart burn later.  

Now I can't wait until my next trip to Chipotle even though we were there last friday with some Westmont friends.  I have mastered my burrito preferences and life is good at Chipotle, even a few days later for lunch.  This picky eater is slowly but surely experimenting with good food and liking it quite a bit.  In large part, this change is due to a fabulous husband that always offers me the food he knows I might not agree too, hoping that one day I'll give it a try.