nom nom nom.

Prior to July, I hated it. I thought it was disgusting. I wouldn't step anywhere near it. I had preconceived notions, you see. And I was firmly grounded in my opinions.

It stunk.
It was a nasty color.
It was lumpy.
It looked terrible.
It was ew.

But then I traveled to Wichita Falls, Texas.

And something changed.

I decided to try it. I insisted on giving it a whirl. I made Mark drive me to get it. And so we did.

And I loved it.

I loved it so much, in fact, that I couldn't be separated from it. It was always on my mind. It became an obsession.

Tonight, I got an urge. Similar to the one in July. Hubby agreed. We drove. We ordered.

He munched.
I inhaled.

It stunk.
It was a nasty color.
It was lumpy.
It looked terrible.
It was delicious.



Guacamole.


Special thanks goes out to Chipotle for creating the most delicious guacamole on planet Earth. If a guac award could be distributed, this restaurant chain should be nominated for grand prize. I'm not sure what the secret ingredient in this was. Was it the fresh avocados? Was it the hint of cilantro? Was it the added cocaine? You be the judge.




*Note: This post was totally pointless in every whicha way. Sorry. More thoughtful posts, chuck-full of emotion, are coming soon. Maybe. Once I wipe the guac off my chin.