One day I wanted a burrito. Not Tex-Mex or the new fangled kind with rice in it. Do they even grow rice in Mexico? No, I wanted a burrito like my mother made; refried pinto beans, green chilie, cheese and sliced scallions, wrapped in a warmed flour tortilla.
No pinto beans in France 😦 But there was that lobio from Georgia About. Because I had to soak the beans overnight, it took two days to make the burrito. So, I took no more pictures. I just ate it. It was good.