Right side up, or upside down?

Another day, another burrito.

I feel like that's all we've been eating lately. I vow that will change today.

It's just that we have sweet corn overload, and the only way I can think to incorporate it into breakfast (because we pretty much have to eat it at every meal) is to add it to a breakfast burrito.

Then, we were in a hurry to put together some lunch yesterday, so I dumped some leftover steak, onion and bell pepper (from the philly cheesesteak sandwiches we made over the weekend) into a skillet with some chili powder, and called it good for making a fajita burrito.

In the process of assembling our lunch, Brandon was kind enough to retrieve us each a tortilla and sprinkle some cheese on top.

Only, he sprinkled cheese on the "outside-side" of my tortilla. You know, the side that clearly looks cooked, and has some darker brown bubbled-up looking spots on it, as opposed to the smooth, solid white inside.

So I quietly tried to remove the cheese from my tortilla, flip it over, and place it on the "inside-side" before he turned around. But I got caught.

"Did you really just do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" knowing exactly what he was talking about, just not wanting to be ridiculed for it.

"Switch your cheese to the other side of the tortilla. Like it really mattered what side it was on."

"Well, no, it doesn't really matter, it's just that...this side is the inside of the tortilla, and you had put the cheese on the outside. I like to make my burritos with the stuff on the inside."

Rolling his eyes... "You are so anal when it comes to food. Who really pays attention to the 'inside' and 'outside' of a tortilla? Have you always been like this?"

"Well, with some tortillas, it's harder to tell which is which. But anytime I have a tortilla where you can clearly tell it has an inside and an outside, yes. They fold better to the inside."

He had really never thought about a tortilla having an inside and outside before. Something I found hard to believe. Just as much as he found it hard to believe that thought had actually crossed my mind.

So, does anyone else think there's an inside and an outside to a tortilla? Or is Brandon right about me being "anal" about how I eat my food?