#6 Watch The Godfather
I always felt like I was on the outside of some big inside joke whenever people would reference The Godfather. I couldn't even escape Godfather talk in my beloved rom-coms like You've Got Mail. Wanting to feel included and know what the heck everyone was talking about, I finally set aside three hours (yes, THREE hours) to see what all the buzz was for. The conclusion - Glad I saw it once, but I'm just not cut out for three hours of cinema. Sorry Coppola, I will not be needing to see that one again.
|(Chula and me before 3 hours of organized crime)|
I had been pondering on this one for a while and was inspired by my bestie's childhood tradition of her mom waking her up with a doughnut and chocolate milk on her birthday. I remember waking up on my most recent birthday and feeling like it was just any other day. Since we weren't celebrating until after work, most of the day felt like business as usual until then. I thought waking up to a special breakfast on your birthday would be the perfect way to set the tone for making the day more fun. We recently celebrated Justin's 29th birthday by starting the family tradition of birthday breakfast. I woke up early and made him banana and peanut butter waffles with bacon so we could spend some quality time together before work celebrating his birth.
When it's my birthday, he'll do the same for me (though I advised him that purchasing a chocolate croissant and frothy latte for me would be equally as amazing if he doesn't want to cook). And if we have children in the future, they'll get special birthday breakfasts too.
#27 Try a quesa-rito at Chipotle
Is it weird that I vividly remember my first Chipotle experience? Those burritos hold a special place in my heart and they got me through college when my only other option was greasy dorm food. I can't remember who told me about the secret menu item that is the quesa-rito, but I wanted in. I actually learned of it quite a few months ago, but was too afraid to place my order, terrified of being rejected by the burrito maker claiming there was no such thing. So imagine my delight when I finally uttered the words, "I'd like a quesarito, please," and there was no hesitation at all by the Chipotle employee. They quickly sprung into action putting cheese on a big burrito tortilla, folding it and then placing it on the press to melt. Then they opened that quesadilla up, revealing all its inner melty cheese glory, and put my toppings inside before rolling it into a burrito.
The end result wasn't entirely different from their already stellar burritos, but the extra time on the tortilla warmer lent a nice toasty flavor to the burrito, which just took everything up a notch. Chipotle is my happy place.
To cancel out the burritos (right?) I've also been juicing for quite a few months now, which is on my list, but I want to dedicate a whole post to that one. And I went skiing twice! Expect upcoming posts on both of these things soon.