It’s funny how we develop and break patterns. I could be talking about habits, but really I am just talking about where I get my takeout food from. Lately, I’ve mostly had pizza or Chinese food, or Shawarma. Pizza because….well, it’s pizza. You probably don’t need an explanation. The Chinese food place was the victim of some discrimination early on in the Covid 19 saga and I thought they needed my patronage. I went to the Shawarma place because I really like it and I want it to survive. There are going to be retail casualties of all kinds, regardless of how much funding there is. We need to do our part.
Before Covid 19 one of my monthly stops was Mucho Burrito. However, owing to their location and a bunch of other pandemic related reactions, I hadn’t gone there since before my winter vacation, the end of which coincided with the lockdown.
Today, I had to deliver unfavourable news to one of my students and their arguing and bizarre rationalizations were rather draining. I was able to keep a straight and sympathetic face….most of the time. Maybe I rolled my eyes a few times….maybe I buried my head in my hands once or twice…and if I am being honest, I probably showed my dumbfounded look once.
My point being, that when it was over, I didn’t have the energy to make something. A special pick-me-up was needed and that is why I donned my mask and gloves and headed to Mucho Burrito. I can report that there were some safely protocols in place. As usual, I got the server to make the burrito rather than sit over him pointing out each thing that I wanted. This doesn’t work at all restaurants, but I have had luck with it from time to time. To his credit, he managed to jam a whole lot of stuff in there, and find a good balance between deadly spicy and tongue burning.
It wasn’t the best burrito I have ever had, but it was definitely good enough to be Today’s Perfect Moment.