Day 22, #27.
Ham breakfast burrito from Latte Express on Bluxome Street. San Francisco, CA.
I think ham is my favorite of the breakfast pork possibilities.
Day 22, #27.
Ham breakfast burrito from Latte Express on Bluxome Street. San Francisco, CA.
I think ham is my favorite of the breakfast pork possibilities.
They stood in a semicircle, hind ends together, lowered heads outermost, and they towered over her like the walls of a medieval city. She yearned to charm them. She was almost dancing in the snow.
They stood in a semicircle, hind ends together, lowered heads outermost, and they towered over her like the walls of a medieval city. She yearned to charm them. She was almost dancing in the snow.
Day 21, #26.
Sausage breakfast burrito from Latte Express on Bluxome Street. San Francisco, CA.
The burritos we could enjoy together.
Day 20, #25.
Ham breakfast burrito from Latte Express on Bluxome Street. San Francisco, CA.
I see a belt-tightening on the horizon. I may have to downshift to value menu burritos.
Day 19, #24.
Grilled chicken burrito from Tacos Los Gemelos. Redwood City, CA.
Pretty good, though the burrito is probably not their focus.
Day 19, #23.
Bacon breakfast burrito from Latte Express on Bluxome Street. San Francisco, CA.
This is my safety burrito. I pick it up on the way to work if I expect there’ll be no opportunities for burrito later in the day.
Day 18, #22.
Charbroiled ahi burrito from Nikko’s Mexican Grill on El Camino Real. Redwood City, CA.
Not a fan of this one. It had pineapple, which is cool, but very little flavor. It’s tough to find a good fish burrito.
… when he came inside me and I came outside him he would say something like “ This is it,” and I’d think, It’s the end of the world, and then we’d finish up and be sweating and hot and the world would still be there, like it had swung up and met us.
… when he came inside me and I came outside him he would say something like “ This is it,” and I’d think, It’s the end of the world, and then we’d finish up and be sweating and hot and the world would still be there, like it had swung up and met us.