My dad took us out for breakfast on the weekends for as long as I can remember. When I was small, we went to the donut shop. As we became teenagers, we went to the dirty truck stop down the road. As much as I complained, I really treasure some of the times I spent sitting next to the breakfast counter at that truck stop. Even though I’m married and have a family of my own, I still look forward to breakfast with my dad. Joe, Grace, and I used to go every weekend morning, but we’ve scaled back (to save money) to one morning per weekend. Sometimes, our breakfasts at home are lackluster compared to the restaurant meals. This was not one of those lackluster breakfasts. In fact, I would have been happy to stay home both mornings if Joe would’ve made these burritos two mornings in a row. They were so good that I ate one for lunch, too. Cooking Tip – I think the garlic and pesto tortilla made these burritos. I bought them in the bakery of my local big box grocery store.
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