When you're a journalist...

you don't have time to cook.  At least that's the conclusion I've come to.  I never ate more fast food than when I was editor in chief of my community college's newspaper last semester.  So far, when I've had long days here, it's led to me eating out, most often at Subway.  Tonight, the Subways on/near campus were closed, so I went for approximately the next best thing:  Chipotle.

I'll let you in on a secret:  when I first found out about Chipotle, I fell in love with it.  The only one near home used to be in Pasadena on Foothill Boulevard near Best Buy.  It eventually made its way closer, and perhaps the lack of distance made my heart grow less fond.  That doesn't mean I can't still enjoy a burrito from there, though.  This one had carnitas, their cilantro/lime rice, black beans, roasted corn salsa, sour cream, and cheese.  This is just how I like it when I don't want spicy - just as bright and citrus-y as it was rich and creamy.  I savored every last bite as I was making edits to the story I was working on.

I've eaten out for what, something like the last three days?  I'm putting a stop to that right now.  One week of no eating out starts now (unless someone wants to go out to eat, in which case I'll likely be glad to go along).