A Good Time for a Burrito

IMHO, there’s never a bad time for a burrito. But when you’re stuck at the top of a pass after a day of skiing, freezing, watching your husband wrestle a rear tire off and then on a car to disassemble the frozen parking brake after ignoring Cardinal Rule #91 of skiing (never use the parking brake below freezing after 3 days of rain in Seattle), and there’s no BeeBopARhuBop Rhubarb Pie available to wash away the taste of shame and humiliation, a burrito from the taco stand in the ghetto lodge at Stevens Pass sure hits the spot. Just so you know.


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