Affairs of the heart

I was completely obsessed with corn tortillas last night and into this morning, but now I'm brooding over chicken potentials, such a journey.  Mixing a can of rinsed black beans with some diced onion and a teaspoon each of cumin and paprika, meets my every basic need.  Leaving behind Arizona and the cuisine we enjoyed there, makes warming a corn tortilla upon a vegetable oil sprayed skillet, filling it with beans and shredded pepper jack before folding it in half, frying each side for three minutes, fully aware now of all I'd been missing.  Like, instead of PB&J, or a toasted ham and cheese, we can have these now.  Of course, two pounds of raw chicken are beckoning me rather loudly, begging to be cut up, marinated, and Panko-crusted into baked nuggets.  On the other hand, chicken pot pie with puff pastry atop longs to be sautéed into being, in fact the entire method of roux-making, softening onions and celery, and simmering chicken and carrots in broth, well it's just the kind of digging in I'm up for.  So true.