The quesadilla poem

When all Henry ate were quesadillas, it was difficult to become excited about eating another quesadilla.

But it is never the same quesadilla.
Just like every day is not the same as the last. There is a new world in each quesadilla. And there's always subtle variation:
Type of cheese (pepper jack, mozzarella, etc)
Consistency of meltage
Crispness to burn ratio
It's never the same quesadilla.
It is always a new quesadilla.
It's just hard to tell sometimes.

Henry also likes to eat pasta. Sometimes he cooks creatively but often lacks the time. So he finds the beauty in the ordinary, the obvious sublime.