With the whole life-killing-thesis project, I not only neglected Espresso more than I care to admit. I neglected to eat. Many times.
So often, at random hours of the day between 3 to 11, I would try and figure out where to procure a meal. Being a Chipotle-lover, I lived off burrito bowls for about one week in March.
Espresso likes when Chipotle was brought home because it meant a) there was food in the house for once that wasn't kibble and b) there was a paper bag that she was entitled to play with.
See, you have to stick your ENTIRE BODY in the bag in order to lick the bottom where a trace of meat or fajita might be.