Don't touch the Burrito! It will kill you - A Foodie tells a Foody tale.

_{Looks good huh?...Well you'd be mistaken.}

Today was not a very normal day for me. You wanna know why? Because I woke up very VERY Hungry!

Hmm... How do I put this delicately : I am a big time Foodie and that's just just an understatement: I eat when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm bored, when my mouth gets bored, when I feel awkward, when it's BRUNCH, and most importantly when I see food. My goodness, I literallyate so much one day that my mom had to keep a sign on the kitchen door saying:

And no, I am not making this up. It happened. So yeah, that's just a little background story about me and now that you've been enlightened by this knowledge of myself, perhaps we can now delve into the reason for this post - Burritos 🌯🌯🌯!!!

You see, Burritos are not exactly the type of dish you would find common in my household so you can imagine the surprise I had on my face when I woke up to see those bad boys laying around in the kitchen.

It was around 11:30am when I woke up(yeah, I was really tired) and I knew immediately that there was something terribly wrong because I could literally hear my stomach grumbling.

Grumble Grumble Grumblies

Says my tummy.

Damn it, I'm hungry. Well, at least it's time for breakfast again.

I thought to myself as I got up from my bed and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up. Then it was after I came out, that I got a rather odd text from my mother:

Honestly, even though I enjoyed pushing her buttons like that, i still was curious as to why she would ask me to stay away from the kitchen just like that and so by degrees, I made it my mission to enter the kitchen by all means possible and necessary...

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Once I got down stairs I carefully made my way to the kitchen door, making sure that I was very cautious with regards to my surroundings just incase my mother was trying to pull one a fast one on me. Hey, I mean for all I knew, it could've all been a trap set by her.

So carefully, tippy toe by tippy toe, I opened the latch of the kitchen door and to my surprise there was no one there, not one person! This baffled me because who the hell was gonna cook breakfast now? Then, after moments of continuous swearing and complaining, I made up my mind to make pancakes! And it was as I reached for the flower which was placed inside the top cupboard, that I then noticed the covered plate which laid in the center of the kitchen counter.

Of course I had to see what was inside the plate now and so with enthusiasm I raised the covers and to my surprise, they were burritos.

Burritos?...

I muttered in a rather confused tone. Because again, Burritos were not exactly a very common dish you would find in my home. But who was I to be skeptical? Food is food and all food is good no?... So without hesitance or reluctance, without actually thinking it through, I grabbed the heaviest burito I could see on the plate and gave it a big beastly bite. The result: An allergy attack.

_{What a foolish mistake}

Long story short, the Burritos contained an ingredient I am very allergic to - Onions. But thankfully, my mother came back just in time to help me with the attack before I lost consciousness. Don't worry, I was fine in the end.

Now you might be thinking why in the hell would my mom put onions inside the burrito knowing very well that I am deathly allergic to it? Well I'll save you the stress - it's definitely not because she's diabolical or anything like that but because she put onions in every single burrito apart from the one I ate - the one that was originally meant for allergic me. But alas, stupid me whom ignored her earlier instruction to stay away from the kitchen, ate the burrito which onions in it.

Oh well, you live you learn... And so as everybody else had burritos for lunch that afternoon, I had good old fashioned rice and beef sauce with a swollen tongue.a