A Summer of Burritos
Burritos are not photogenic creatures. Fashion magazines usually feature pictures of the front (or, for particularly salacious publications, the rear) of people. It’s impossible to treat a burrito that way. The only way to capture the content of a burrito is from above, akin to the magazine wrapping a model in a drab blanket and focusing on the top of their head. Despite their shyness, burritos are admirable creatures. They’re a convenient, utilitarian way to move a mélange of beans, rice, vegetables, and sauces into a mouth (I’m vegetarian, so I omitted meat from this list). But they’re also an art form: the tortilla is the canvas of the food world (you could make an argument that bread is actually the canvas, but tortillas more closely resemble something you’d buy from an art supply store). And the composition of the burrito’s interior reflects the creativity and execution of the chef.I ate ten burritos during the summer of 2022. Could I have eaten more? Absolutely, if I didn’t care about looking fat and having a balanced diet. Ten felt like a sufficient sample size for me to consume, evaluate, and (most importantly) savor. Continue Reading