Meatballs and tortilla

The smeary stuff all over the tortilla is meatball juice but it is not enough sauce. 

Boo-hoo. Too dry. 

But I ate it anyway. Right down to the last molecule. 

And to wet my whithle I drank half of a few of those vegetable juices. Sippy-sip here and a sippy-sip there and soon enough a whole pint of vegetable/fruit/herb juice is gone. And all those vitamins and minerals and micronutrients and phytonutrients, whatever those are, suspended in solution were absorbed so readily and with only liquid residual portion, it freaks out the cells lining your stomach. Absorbed. T-h-u-u-u-p, just like that. 

Mexican breakfast

These are the same things that go into a breakfast burrito minus the assemblage into a tortilla. It is a breakfast burrito disassembled. Except with two tortillas instead of just one.

To roll this overstuffed burrito you must fold in its two sides, its two flaps, but they will not stay by themselves so they must be held in place as the burrito is rolled. In fact, all the fingers are employed as rakes to help compress the contents against the thumbs as the tortilla is rolled tightly. It is burrito manhandling, abrupt and uncompromising, the tortilla distressed to its maximum tension without breaking. And the burrito is all, "Ew, Daddy, do that again." 

Malted milkshake

Double whammy for the little store across the street. Located at the corner, the place moved mid-block during lockdown. I don't know how they stay in business. The new place has a row of refrigerators lining the wall all the way from the front to the back. They form a wall of refreshing beverages. 

But no ice cream.

The three most important refrigerator cases are not at the new place. I do not recognize any of the other sports type drinks. Weird labels on everything. The entire wall of refrigerator units useless to me.

I said, "Bummer. No ice cream." 

The owner said, "The ice cream is up front." 

It's all that handheld crap like cones and Eskimo pies. 

But the second time that I went in, boom, ice cream in half gallons right up front so I bought some.  

Health Food juices

"I would like your stupidest, sugariest, least healthy four choices please." This is a ridiculous thing to ask in a place that prides itself on healthy choices. The woman looked a bit perplexed where to start with me, certainly not contradictorily. How can she steer me aright?

     "All of our juices are healthy."

"I have the tastebuds of a child. I crave sweet sugary things." 

     "Oh, I know. I sympathize."

"Actually, I think that I've tried everything in your case except for those white things, and I've liked everything that I've tried. Even the ones with kale. But I am most suspicious of green ones that aren't sweet, and I'm pretty open to everything else. Whoever invented these recipes is genius."

     "Thank you. That is my son, Christian." 

"Your son is brilliant. I am a good cook myself. And your son's juices caused me to buy a very good juicer. Top end. But every juice that I've tasted from your son's recipes is better than everything that I made for myself with my juicer. I've made very good juice combinations. But your son's recipes are reliably better."

     "Thank you for saying that. We taught him that with Jack Lalanne juicer way before juicing was popular. He grew up with all this and made it his own."

"Please tell him that I said 'thank you.' And thank you for staying open during shutdown. It would have been easy to just close." 

This woman is extremely proud of her son. I've already met his girlfriends. Apparently everyone that he knows works at one of his three stores. What I was saying was music to this proud mum's ears. She is very happy with the way her son turned out, happy to work with him, and very happy to have his genius acknowledged. 

Breakfast burrito for dinner