The Cousin of Mystery Meat [11.12.08]

Every night at dinner, the dining hall provides me with countless options, half of which I will never identify. Tonight's meal was no exception, for it consisted of what I like to call a "faker". The menu said burrito, so I took a bite, assuming that the normal inhabitants of a burrito would be in my mouth. Unfortunately, I was very wrong. Instead of chewing on refried beans and vegetables, I was not sure what I was chewing. Eventually, my tongue figured out that the dining hall was serving mashed potato-corn-onion burritos instead of "burritos". I was not disappointed, but I was perplexed. In all honesty, who would have seen that one coming?