The Burrito-Personal Narrative

Have you ever had a desperate craving for something, but couldn’t quite put your finger on what you wanted? For me this happens every once in awhile, and there’s one delicious food that I can always rely on to satisfy my hunger. When I’m as hungry as a horse, I turn to this amazingly appetizing dish. I turn to the burrito, which is like a ray of sunshine in my mouth.
I began my journey by getting out the tortillas. They were as smooth as ice on the top of a frozen lake in the winter. Their smell tickled my nose and I could see their light brown spots as I laid one flat on a plate. I got the refried beans, taco meat, and cheese out of the fridge. I put the meat and beans into their separate pans which were hot and I could hear the sizzle of the beans. I was stirring frequently so nothing

The beans slowly spread out becoming less of a mountainous pile and into a thin layer. Next on the list of ingredients was the meat which was seasoned perfectly by the packet of spices. I took three spoonfuls of the taco meat and hit the bottom of the bowl, each time it created a loud screech, then placed every spoonful carefully onto the burrito. Each little chunk of meat stuck right where it landed since the beans were glue holding everything together. The last topping that would be added was the cheese. For this, I had cheese which was a mixture of cheddar, mozzarella, and colby. I delicately sprinkled it atop the other ingredients until there was a thin layer which was gradually melting.
I finished it off by folding in the edges of the tortilla in and rolling it until it was a misshapen cylinder. My meal was complete and I was ready to consume it. I lifted it and indulged the first bite I took. The flavors were ballerinas dancing in my mouth. I proceeded to eat the burrito until only one bite sat in my hand, staring at me. I finished it off, my plate was clean, and my hunger was