Natalie and I call burritos from Chipotle “Weapons of Mass Deliciousness,” in reference to a news story wherein a boy’s school freaked out because they thought that his burrito was a pipebomb. She was supposed to come meet me to eat half of it, but she only woke up at 4pm today, leaving me to consume it all lest it become horrible and soggy.
When I rummaged around my fridge to find a suitable hot sauce to pour on this baby, I found the tiniest bottle of Tabasco sauce I have ever seen. My mother likes to collect miniature foodstuffs and keep them in our fridge, it seems. It wasn’t really enough to cover this behemoth of a burrito though, so I resorted to putting some chipotle mango grill sauce on it. Never again! NEVER AGAIN!!
GOD DAMN IT, VY, RUB MY FACE IN IT.
Still no Chipotle in DSM as of 9:49AM May 25, 2007.
Don’t worry kid, I’ll make you pancakes soon. AND THEN I’LL TAKE PHOTOS OF THEM.