Our morning was kind of strange on Saturday. We had planned to go out to breakfast with my mom, but her truck wasn’t starting, so it wasn’t clear when we’d be eating breakfast. Since we’d been planning on going out, I didn’t really have any good breakfast options in the house. And then Arne held a picture in front of my nose of a silly – and yet oddly appealing – photo of a little waffle wrapped around eggs and bacon. And then a burrito stuffed with sausage and a whole patty-style hash brown.Breakfast at Taco Bell. Why not?
Perhaps that was meant as encouragement. No matter what came next, this was professional enrichment of a sort. I slipped my Crunch Wrap from its wax-paper pouch as Arne took another bite of his taco and his face tried to decide what expression to assume. The wrap looked very… processed, with its petal-like tortilla origami and just a little cheese poking out. I braced myself and took a bite.