[contextly_auto_sidebar] The headline isn't mine, it came as a demand from my longtime eating partner Shelley, who heard me complain yet again about one of her beloveds -- this particular paragon presenting as fat, limp, edible. "Make 'I Hate Burritos' the title of your book, it will fly off the shelves." On wings of beans? What an inviting image, so inimical to the burrito itself, a blimp that can't get off the ground, no less burst into tasty flame. Burritos are the opposite of flight and, in a telling way, the opposite of cooking. … [Read more...]