This is my third attempt at writing this post. Seriously.
In the first attempt I started out relating an interaction that I heard between a father and his four children in Costco recently. The father had the maturity of a 12 year old boy at scout camp. I scrapped that one after the third paragraph.
The second attempt involved a dove which crashed into my dining room window and went home to Jesus. I also included about how my grandsons developed the phrase “the lonely dead dove” to refer to a bird skeleton they found in the back yard. I’d tell you more, but you’d probably throw up. Anyway, despite the uber cuteness of my grandchildren, I scrapped that one after the fourth paragraph.
Now here I am on my third attempt and I am determined to make this one work… no matter how far out in left field it goes. I tend to write my posts in real time, meaning that I grab my computer and just start writing whatever pops into my head.
The down side to this method is that sometimes I get stuck and can’t figure out what to write next. Like right now. I’m really not sure which direction I should take. I mean, I’d love to tell you a funny story or something; maybe share an embarrassing moment, or perhaps enlighten you with my vast knowledge about how to insert a catheter. Fascinating.
Hmm, okay. So catheters it is.
Actually, inserting a catheter really is fascinating. As with the lonely dead dove, I’ll spare you the details. I will tell you, however, that learning to place a catheter was one of the scariest things I have ever had to do. I used one of my kids’ old teddy bears to practice sterile technique and catheter insertion when I was going to nursing school. I’d close myself up in the spare bedroom and practice the whole process over and over, including talking to the “patient” so as to distract he/she/it from what I was doing.
I can imagine that the scene would have worked well in Napoleon Dynamite. I’d be standing there masked and gloved, talking to a purple teddy bear while inserting a catheter into its nether regions. Yep, that would have been total ND material.
Of course, the first time that I placed a catheter in a real, live human being, it was nothing at all like the teddy bear. All I’ll say is that I had to do it in a squatting position at the bedside because my patient, a man, had had back surgery and could only lay on his side. They don’t teach you that maneuver in class!
Later, after graduating from nursing school, I still had the practice catheter. Somehow I couldn’t part with it because it was a reminder of how hard I had worked to learn a skill that was to be an integral part of nursing. Finally one day it occurred to me that the catheter would make a great “teether” for my little grandson. He had been born the week before finals during my last semester of school and now, a few months later, he was going through the process of teething.
I gave him the catheter and he started gnawing on it immediately. It was great! The catheter had just the right amount of give and resistance to allow some really effective gumming action. He gummed on it all week long. The following Sunday, as we were all sitting in church for our worship service, my daughter whipped the catheter out of the diaper bag and gave it to the baby. I heard an immediate gasp and sputter from the elderly man sitting behind us. He was trying to tell his wife about the catheter, but he was so horrified by the situation that he could not form an intelligible sentence. I wanted to laugh out loud so badly that I could hardly contain myself. The man kept stammering and the baby kept chewing, his smooth gums making squeaky noises against the catheter. It was divine.
As usual, I have plowed through another post yammering on about nothing that has to do with the actual recipe included in the post. I mean, how could a catheter and a smothered burrito have anything to do with each other?
Actually, now that I think about it, if I had stayed with the story of the guy in Costco I could have definitely segued into the burrito. Whatever.
Filled with meat, beans and rice, these burritos are like a casserole wrapped in a tortilla! Add a little salad of lettuce and pico de gallo and call it a meal.
Burritos are generally served without a sauce or gravy. As you can see, these burritos are covered with a spicy gravy. This style of burrito goes by several different names—smothered burrito, wet burrito and enchilada-style burrito.
This recipe is home cooking at its best. The sauce is homemade, rather than using pre-made elements such as beef gravy and a can of enchilada sauce. When I was developing the recipe I tried a shortcut by making my own gravy, but using canned enchilada sauce. When I tasted it, my mouth went into convulsions at the flavor and I threw the “easy” sauce away. Homemade is definitely the way to go.
The ingredient list for this recipe looks very long, however most of the ingredients are kitchen staples, so don’t freak out.
The black beans are super easy—open the can, dump the beans into a small colander, drain-rinse-drain. You’re done.
The burritos can be dressed up with guacamole, pico de gallo, avocado slices or sour cream.