I’ve begun joking that my second project, something that people often ask about on the academic job market, is a coffee table book on burritos. While my road trip involved plenty of dissertation research, I also managed to eat enough green chile (in all its forms) to warrant an academic application for all of this enjoyment of deliciousness. Not all of the pictures that follow are of burritos, but I think you get the idea!
My first real breakfast burrito in years. Amazing.
Site of the above burrito. So good.
Grilled pizza at the home of my wonderful hosts: marinara, kalamata olives and mozzarella, and barbecued chicken with onions and cilantro. Even tastier than I remembered.
Burrito number 2, from the burrito lady. This burrito contains carne adovada, ham, bacon, eggs, potatoes, cheese, and green chile. So good. Not overkill at all. Seriously.
This one I ate for breakfast and lunch. (Standard-issue diner coffee mug for scale.) I brought work, ate half of it, took a break and did some writing, and then went back to the burrito. Yum.
Enchiladas at El Patio with friends. This is before they brought the sopapillas.
Blueberry ginger pies in Pie Town. There was pie for snack, dessert, and breakfast. Perfect.
Homemade chocolate peanut butter sauce for spooning over ice cream. Amazing.
The cowboy breakfast at the Gold Street Caffe. Scrambled eggs with ham and mascarpone cheese on a green chile scone. And a side of bacon, of course.
And then, of course, no trip to the southwest would be complete for me without a Fat Tire on the patio at O’Neill’s.
I’d say project breakfast burrito is off to a promising start. Happy weekend!