whoops! I meant to post this ten hours ago, maybe eleven. Hard to say really, I've always been confounded by clock arithmetic. One would think, all that time having passed, that I would be of a mind to not post this. Logic and reason lose out once again.
You're right, this is rather self-indulgent. I'll have to look into the clap-trap notion, but you're probably on the money once again.
I had a fish burrito for lunch today. I hate burritos. Burritos, in concept, are great. Really, what more could you ask for? The actual burrito though, once it makes the transition from concept to reality, it is to ugly what the destruction of words is to beauty.
I can never finish a burrito. I don't know at what point we as a society decided that cartoonish proportions were the mark of quality cuisine. Perhaps it happened so slowly as to be nigh undetectable. It doesn't matter. It's here and I damn well better get used to it.
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I feel ripped off if a burrito isn't as big as my forearm. I am, however, staunchly anti-chimichanga.
Posted by: Joolie | December 21, 2008 at 10:35 PM
I appreciate the fact that you are willing to stand up for your principles with regard to inauthentic Mexican foods. I feel that this brings us together, makes us teammates, if you will, in spite of our proportion-based burrito disagreement. I think, if we chose our signage carefully, we would be able to simultaneously picket a Taco-Del-Mar without confusing observers.
Posted by: bp | December 22, 2008 at 01:36 AM