God, I have written a lot of entries lately that somehow or other touch upon food. And this after unmercifully mocking the American obsession with food, particularly the obsession of older Americans with food. I cannot remember now which entry that was. In summary, however, a large, free meal is to older folks what getting laid is to younger folks.
I have really never been all that interested in food as some sort of art form and have regarded food intake as a necessary waste of time before getting on with it. But getting the hang of food here has been interesting for me. What can I say?
Before I form a firm resolve to leave the subject of food entirely alone for the foreseeable future, I wish to pay tribute to the lowly tortilla. It is a staple here obviously. It is utterly beautiful in its simplicity. Therein lies the appeal for me.
I now purchase my tortillas at a tortilleria very much like the one pictured in the stock photo above. No need to go inside the tortilleria. At mine, a grumpy old lady stands at a window counter with scales on it. Mexicans cue up late in the afternoon on the sidewalk to purchase stacks of fresh tortillas on the way home. Many times I get in the cue with them, and purchase a dozen, which are then wrapped in paper.
Purchasing at a tortilleria gives you tortillas that many times are still warm when you purchase them at rush hour. Grab a chunk of great cheese on the way home, and you are eating simple quesadillas made with tortillas that were prepared less than thirty minutes before you eat them. A different experience compared to eating them out of a resealable plastic bag from the Mega Store, I can assure you. These freshly prepared tortillas are so good that many times I eat a few plain right out of my cloth grocery sack on the walk back.
I am still partial to flour tortillas, but more and more I am purchasing corn tortillas for a little change of pace. You can wrap anything and everything in the damned things and eat it. I do not mean anything and everything in the sense of road kill. I mean anything and everything that is otherwise edible. However, my hamburger intake is pretty much at nil now. Playing with hamburger here is playing with fire, and I consider it to be on a par with road kill. So my basic filling is pretty much cheese, many times garnished with whatever else that is left around here.
With my penchant for peanut butter, I have downed many a peanut butter filled tortilla here at the little casa. I cannot remember the last time I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich made with bread, but I can tell you the last time I had peanut butter filled tortilla sandwiches. About two hours ago.
Just heat the omelet-sized cast iron skillet up. No oil or other grease necessary. Warm them until they are a little brown. If there is any one thing that symbolizes the new simplicity of my life, it is the tortilla. This is my tribute to it.