Maybe it's in the salsa

Today I find myself yet again eating a veggie burrito from La Tortilla. At least I know that I TRIED to find a different option for lunch today. I pack a lunch 90% of the time, but failed miserably today. A stain on my frugal reputation.

I hate eating out for lunch in the particular neighborhood where I work. No, not because I have to walk past weird daytime gay bar/clubs and excited campaigners for Barack, but because anything worth eating is at least $8.50 (plus tax). I strolled out of my office 50 minutes ago, confident that I could find an affordable salad/healthy entree. To my credit, I walked a whole 6 blocks seeking out the impossible. I even stood in one restaurant for 5 minutes staring at the menu (thinking perhaps the decimal points would crawl over one place to the left if I focused hard enough?) while the guy behind the counter waited for me to freaking decide already. I asked him how much a turkey sandwhich cost, and promptly left after his shocking reply.


This is how I ended up with a La Tortilla burrito.


I told myself that I would NOT eat this burrito ever again. Even if it is three dollars and fifty cents. Call me crazy, but any food item that gives you a stomach ache while you're eating it should not be consumed again (or again and again). As I stood outside La Tortilla today I told myself that if I could just eat the burrito more slowly it wouldn't be painful. Fortunately, my convincings proved true. Of course, my main technique for slowing down was to eat rice pudding periodically, not really a healthy plan.


My disgust with the half-eaten burrito sitting on my desk is palpable. My stomach feels content for the moment (woo! woo!) but I'm dead set on thowing away the remaining burrito carcass...if only it would stop staring at me from behind it's foil wrapper.