Burrito Sabotage
Ah, yet another funny
I started the morning with painting the office and took a break at lunch time to make myself a burrito. A little chicken, rice & beans plus my special 3 A.M. Cholula – all wrapped into a flour tortilla.
I got about half way through the
Then I sat the 1/4 remaining of the burrito down again – actually stood it on end and put more 3 A.M. Cholula on it – at this point the plate was covered, the burrito was covered and my napkin was a disaster. So it should have been perfectly clear to the wife that the burrito was not something she should eat.
But, I had to get up and answer the phone and left the burrito unattended. I returned to find the wife coughing and trying to guzzle down water. Apparently she had decided that since I had walked away, the burrito was free game and took a large bite. I glanced at the burrito and it looked like she ended up eating the part of the burrito with the air pocket- meaning she got the remainder of the 3 A.M. cholula with a little bit of tortilla and that’s about it.
I couldn’t stop laughing, especially after her face turned bright red and she was digging in the freezer for ice cream. About 10 minutes later she could speak again.
“You sabotaged that burrito!”
Well, it wasn’t sabotaged intentionally but she’ll definately not touch my food for a while.
All in a days food…
Reminds me of something that happened at work a long, long time ago.
Way back in the 80’s, Houston was a mecca for prople from more northerly climes to move down there, get jobs in the oilfield services biz, and escape the frozen tundra of Michigan, Illinois, Ohio, etc. At that time, not too many northerners were all that fanmiliar yet with hot sauces, or other chile products. There was this one guy from Ohio, very obnoxious, who would always walk past your desk, grab a handful of your chips, peanuts, whatever, without even asking (bad form here in the South!). SO one day, I had a bag of tortilla chips and a bowl of Jimenez red Jalapeno sauce. This sauce was not wimped-down with vinegar, or anything, It consisted of red ripe Jalapenos, Salt, and Lime juice, along with the usual preservatives. Not all that hot to me, a lifelong chilehead, but to a Ohio boy with little experience in hot stuff…
Anyway, he traipsed by my desk, grabbed a chip, scooped up a large heap of this sauce, popped it into his mouth without missing a step. But he only got a bout two more steps down the aisle before he stopped dead in his tracks, and hollered, ” Oh, my God!!!! This stuff is HOT!!!!”
Needless to say, he never snatched food off my desk again!