Friday, November 18, 2011
This would be the next post in which I vilify Joe (for real this time).
Patrick and I got very ambitious one afternoon and had a GREAT time rolling our own tortillas. Nice and thin, as you can see in the video. "Don't click" meant "don't take the picture yet," he didn't know I was videoing. I thought the tortillas turned out SO WELL, especially for a 1st attempt, so I made one into a quesadilla and had Joe try a slice. Granted, he was feeling wretched that day with a stomachache, so it probably (definitely) wasn't the best timing for a taste-test, but to all our effort he said, "It's alright. It doesn't taste very Mexican. But that's okay because you're not mexican." Uhhhh.... thanks. I'll take that slice of cheesy quesadilla BACK, thankyouverymuch. Then I went to the store for Saltines and Gatorade and he appreciated that MUCH more. I made one into a burrito for his lunch this week and heard no complaints (as a home-makin' tortilla goddess shouldn't), so I think it's a venture we'll definitely try again, especially with cabin fever months fast approaching.