Beans are sad emergency food.
If I’m in a situation where beans are necessary, I’m awfully desperate and out of options.
Emergency situation: you’re in the UK, it’s breakfast and you need something to put on your toast.
There’s no such thing as a “UK.” Oh sure, there’s this island full of TERFs next to Europe that does things like eat “beans on toast” and where if you say the word “tiddlywinks” in a court of law you’re taken seriously instead of laughed out of the place. Get real, Britain was made up by Scholastic to sell books to third graders.
Uh, hi. So I live in the UK, and it’s not as bad as you say. Yes, tiddlywinks-related violence is somewhat out of control here, and Britain was a buzzword made up by J K Rowling (a pseudonym of JRR Martin) to avoid paying taxes, but beans on toast is very real here and is the cause of thousands of breakfast-related deaths a month.
Please be a bit more considerate when poking fun at people you don’t even know
I am hurt and am formally rescinding my open invitation to join me for burrito or chilli night for you
I’m Norwegian, I make my own meaty beanless burritos every Friday.
The only good traditional variant is birria. Beanless.
Burritos should be a treat, not a beany staple.