Cued by Cheese: The Soundtrack to My Nachos

Sure, it’s National Burrito Day... but today, my appetite’s got a soundtrack.

Because it’s also National Film Score Day, and honestly? Burritos are great—but nachos? Nachos are cinematic. Grand. Layered. Chaotic. Emotional. They don’t just get eaten. They get scored.

Every good nacho experience deserves a perfectly timed musical cue. The initial chip placement? That’s your overture. Bold, clean, full of promise. The cheese melt? Enter sweeping strings. You watch it drip slowly over the edges like a golden waterfall and suddenly—John Williams. Pure magic.

Then the first bite. A bold crunch. Enter brass. Percussion. The horns come in with force as jalapeños hit the tongue. You're in an action scene now. And when the guac appears? Slow piano, high reverb. Emotional. Introspective. Possibly Oscar-worthy.

Of course, the climax is inevitable: the final, most unstable chip—buried beneath toppings, integrity compromised. It lifts, it shudders, it crumbles midair. Enter Thomas Newman. Sad woodwinds. A single violist weeping in the corner.

Nachos are drama. Nachos are pacing, rhythm, crescendo. They are scored in real time, by appetite and fate. And while others may mark today with burritos, I will sit with my plate of perfectly layered nachos and cue up the soundtrack they deserve.

I don’t eat. I experience.

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