Choices, choices, choices

How would you answer if someone asked what you were most proud of?

Burritos.

That’s was the answer that popped into my mind.

Admittedly, I was making burritos at the time.

Here’s the background. A year or so ago, I was making lunch packs for the kids.

White bread or a wrap. Ham. Cheese. Mayonnaise. A sliver of lettuce.

This was bothering me. For a few reasons.

The news was talking about the carcinogenic effects of processed meat. You had the embodied emissions in red meat. And the health problems of a diet high in animal protein.

Should I really be shovelling this stuff into my kids?

But they loved the stuff.

Then I thought about burritos. And the more I thought about them, they seemed the obvious solution.

Slow cook dry beans in batches. Red, black, pinto, chickpeas. You’re spoiled for choice. Add salt and spice. Nothing fancy. Rice as a base on a wrap. Beans on top. Chopped salad and tomatoes.

I tried it as an experiment. Sent the kids off with the new packs. They came back glowing. “That was the tastiest lunch ever.”

My morning now looks like this. Make porridge. Make burritos. 11 a week for the road warriors. Over 400 a year. Thousands as they go through school.

It’s the small things one remembers.