I’m eating a burrito for lunch, and—stay with me here, I promise this isn’t a what-I-ate-today post—

I’m eating it, and I take the first bite, and I’m a bit disappointed, because there was too much rice and not enough tasty queso sauce in that bite.  But with that disappointment comes excitement.

You have to understand that this is a hand-assembled burrito, one that I watched come into being just five minutes ago.  I don’t expect (or at least shouldn’t, rationally) that it will be mechanically perfect in the distribution of ingredients.  And because I watched its construction, I know the ingredients I want are in there.

And so that disappointing first bite is in fact a promise of ridiculous, luxurient flavor parties in some of the following bites.  I am pleased and excited to have taken a meh bite.

The burrito paradox!

I kind of doubt that will catch on.