Last night, my husband and I went to our local Mexican restaurant for dinner, like we usually do on Thursday evenings. I ordered a chicken chimichanga, but for some reason wasn’t very hungry and took it home in a box.
For lunch today, I thought I’d heat it up. It looked like one of those plastic food pieces that cafés display in their glass case by the register. The fake samples that are supposed to entice you to order edible ones, only these have a thin layer of dust on them.
Anyway, I put it in the microwave running my mind over what else I could have for lunch if this didn’t work out. It didn’t look good for the chimichanga.
After thirty seconds, a lovely, spicy aroma filled the kitchen. With a little heat, the chimichanga had transformed itself into a luscious entrée.
Would that happen with hot flashes…
Hmmm. We can only hope.