Beans

I have never been a bean fan.  I have one friend who ordered so many bean and cheese burritos from taco bell that the employee at the drive through actually started giving them to her, and another friend who once had a pot luck in which all dinner guests were asked to bring a bean dish.  I was invited to that party but I think I only had chips and (bean) dip.

But this summer in Brazil, I could no longer avoid the bean.  Black beans (and rice) are part of every lunch in Rio, and since I wanted to be a local, I acquiesed and slowly began incorporating the bean into my daily culinary routine.  Now I am back in the States and my forced bean consumption from the summer has manifested itself anew as an occassional bean craving.

How perfect, then, that the nearest dining establishment to my home is ... (drumroll, please) ... CHIPOTLE!!!  Just one block away lies what has always been my burrito of choice: chicken or beef, with NO beans, but plenty of grilled peppers and onions. 

Several days ago, I decided to try something new: a burrito of pork carnitas with NO grilled peppers and onions, but WITH black beans.  The result?  MAGICAL!  So magical that I have gone to Chipotle for the past four days in a row and ordered the exact same thing.

But not today.

I had such a fitful night of sleep.  A little queesy and woken again and again, by the sounds ... and sensations... of my own loud and unbelievably lengthy farts.  I never imagined that crazy gas could so easily prevent one from getting a good night's sleep. 

Bean, thou hast betrayed me.

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