Today we'll be off on another journey. I will try to do a better job keeping up with my posts this week. That last trip with the transmission troubles we've had, posting was difficult, finding interesting photo ops was not so difficult.
Here is a healthier version of that Jack in the box breakfast burrito from earlier this week, my after workout meal.
A flour tortilla, lightly buttered, toasted in the pan the bacon was cooked in
Layered on the tortilla was salsa, raw onion, and shredded cheddar cheese
Then the scrambled egg mixture with more onion, cheese and some baby spinach
All topped with barely crisp bacon, still a little chewy
Rolled properly by Mexicans listening to authentic mariachi music
Gotta be one of my favorite meals.
Any kind of burrito, traditional, bean, breakfast, fresh made or pre-packaged, baked, or just recently I was introduced to a delectable wonder, the fried burrito. Astonishingly yummy! Never mind the coronary issues to come.
Home-made is always the best though. It's a memory thing too. This has always been a family favorite. Dad cooked and cut the meat (steak and chicken), then cooked tortilla's for those of us who liked them warm. Mom and I would chop the onions (my least favorite to prep and most favorite to eat), bell peppers, and avocados for fresh guacamole. The boys would set the table, which included little to no effort; putting out the paper plates, sour cream, salsa, cheese and making sure everything had a serving spoon. My brothers would make the biggest burritos, like we were going to run out of food, so they packed it in. It always surprised me they could even eat it all. Ok, picture the scene at the end of the theme song for full house, at the picnic, passing food all smiles, you know the one. Now, make them all 'big boned' Hispanics around a table with football in the background and that's us. Well, without the cheesy melody and with more teasing.
I loved having both parents in the kitchen, dad with his aprons. So funny. Now this meal is rare. Mom can't help as much, but I'm old enough to choppa-de-onions and we have others to help. My older brothers have amazing girlfriends. Not only are they sweet and willing to help, but I actually enjoy spending time with them. My brothers are another story, but improving (due to the girls, I'm sure). Sometimes we are privileged to include my nieces who steal the show. They are 13 and 6, the life of the party. They are seriously funny, when they aren't trying and are growing so fast. They both like the tortilla with meat only and chips. The boys turn the tvs toward the dinning room and to the back of my parents. We laugh at the most recent family mishap and bring up the oldies, but goodies. Someone usually gets mad at some point during dinner and the rest of us keep eating after they take their plate to the other room. This meal is usually a birthday meals, mainly because it's easy to prepare and everyone can fix it their way. So we clear the plates and bust out the ice cream or cake or both. Also the nephews are there too. Boys to the core, they are loud and rambunctious reminding me so much of my childhood, growing up with 4 brothers and their friends. I handled all the activity when I was younger with wide eyed amusement and wonder. Now the camp counselor in me starts to surface. I used to try and control the chaos, now we channel the energy by playing games or doing arts-n-crafts.
Burrito/Fajita days were always the best days.
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