Anna and I were invited out to lunch by some good friends. I suggested Chipotle ... mmm, how I love Chipotle and their one-dish meal goodness. However I forgot that eating vegetarian there left me with only one protein option – guacomole. Guacomole and I have had our issues over the last few years. I used to love him, but then one day he was just too hot. Those pesky jalapenos! For a few years I couldn’t even let a red onion near my tongue for fear of hyperventilating. But I figured now is as good a time as any to jump back on the spicy bandwagon … I’ll have much worse to endure if I want to follow through on this vegetarian adventure (curry pastes anyone?). A few bites in I started unclenching my jaw… happily shoveling guac & beans while Anna and her friend scurried about. Then, crunch… a nice fat screaming jalapeno right at the tip of my tongue, singeing. Oh, oh just breathe in and out, in and out – do not freak out in the middle of Chiptole. The singeing enveloped my whole mouth – quick, the Coke! I rarely indulge in Coke anymore but it’s become a necessity at Chipotle. Ahh, sweet relief. For the remainder of the meal, little jalapenos would leave what felt like holes in my mouth but I just pushed past it. The guac was actually... good.
While my mouth reeling, Anna on the other hand had happily helped herself to my guacomole. She couldn't get enough of the spicy stuff - her father would be proud.
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