The nice thing about a Miracle Tortilla like this, aside from the shocked faces my coworkers when I claimed that this was the burrito I got at the company cafeteria, is the nice dark patch of the beard. 

I mean, when I was scorching that with the heat gun, and the tortilla was bubbling and burning, and the kitchen was filling with smoke, and I was half drunk with creative power and schnapps, it just made me feel like, like an artist or something.