Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Good Things About America
I know I write about burritos a lot, but please bear with me. I love burritos. They are always fantastic, and highly motivational. I had never eaten a burrito before moving to Boston. Boston is world-renown for their amazing, lip-smackingly scrumptious burritos. You can buy them in the North End, where all the Italians play dominoes and sell food. But I like burritos so much that I hardly ever eat anything else if a burrito is available. I like my burritos with stuff in them. I have gone home to Georgia a few times since I first ate a burrito, and although they have pretty good burritos down there, they aren’t as good as Boston’s burritos. I don’t think the Taco Stand even knows what the hell a burrito is. The best stuff to put inside a burrito is meat, and then rice, and then cheese, and maybe some salsa. The worst things to put inside a burrito are beans, and guacamole. Pythagoras wouldn’t eat beans because they made him think of testicles, and of course Pythagoras is my hero. Pythagoras also said that the secrets of the universe can be found in mathematics, and of course nothing represents practical mathematics more than a burrito. And guacamole just looks like something that could come of me. But man, eating a burrito is what it must be like to take a bite out of God.
I know I write about burritos a lot, but please bear with me. I love burritos. They are always fantastic, and highly motivational. I had never eaten a burrito before moving to Boston. Boston is world-renown for their amazing, lip-smackingly scrumptious burritos. You can buy them in the North End, where all the Italians play dominoes and sell food. But I like burritos so much that I hardly ever eat anything else if a burrito is available. I like my burritos with stuff in them. I have gone home to Georgia a few times since I first ate a burrito, and although they have pretty good burritos down there, they aren’t as good as Boston’s burritos. I don’t think the Taco Stand even knows what the hell a burrito is. The best stuff to put inside a burrito is meat, and then rice, and then cheese, and maybe some salsa. The worst things to put inside a burrito are beans, and guacamole. Pythagoras wouldn’t eat beans because they made him think of testicles, and of course Pythagoras is my hero. Pythagoras also said that the secrets of the universe can be found in mathematics, and of course nothing represents practical mathematics more than a burrito. And guacamole just looks like something that could come of me. But man, eating a burrito is what it must be like to take a bite out of God.
