Sorry, Taco Bell

We all know that I love Taco Bell. As a matter of fact, I think it’s one of the first things about me that truly annoyed some of you. I know it confuses the heck out of someone of my loved ones, a lot of them question me when I say that I love Taco Bell.

Anyways, when I went to my favorite Taco Bell the other day because of cravings, I became intrigued over a new menu item.

“A cheddar jalapeño quesarito?” I asked, curious.

“Yeah, it’s really good–I have one every day,” the girl at the counter said.

So of course, I got the chicken version (I tend to avoid having too much Taco Bell beef, I prefer the chicken).

The burrito was nicely charred on the surface and wasn’t leaking of various processed cheese and meat fillings. Both were good signs. I hesitated for a moment, and then took a bite.

Another good sign was that this burrito did not have a sour cream core. Or a Cheetos core. Or a melted cheese core.

But as I ate the burrito, something felt wrong and something felt off. It wasn’t that the burrito wasn’t good, it was–freshman year Chrissey would have devoured it in one bite. It just… it just seemed like too much.

And then it hit me.

I had been foregoing the cheesy, melted, Taco Bell and eating less crazy things. I had been sticking to the quesadilla-tostada hybrid, but that was just veggies, chicken, and refried beans! Or, I had been opting for a fresh cantina chicken bowl which had fresh(ish) veggies and none of the artificial neon-orange sauce on top.

I had been eating the “boring” things that my younger self would have rolled her eyes at, and as that cheesy burrito concoction hit my stomach, I knew that this was a sign. It was a sign that my days at the Bell were winding down.

I haven’t had McDonalds in years and I don’t remember the last time I went to Sonic. Once in a while I’ll have Wendy’s because it’s close to campus, but I’ll always get chili or a salad (I know, snooze). I never thought that I’d get sick of Taco Bell though, and even though I’m not fully ready to admit it, my tastes are definitely changing and I’m definitely growing out of a lot of things.

And even though my visits get less and less frequent, I still get cravings every once in a while.

But for now, I’ll enjoy my spicy tostadas and cantina bowls. And I won’t try to stomach any more molten lava cheese explosions.

Sorry Taco Bell.


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