TortillaSolli

The first meal that I ever cooked was my attempt to recreate the most wonderful plate of food I’d ever had up to that point in my 7 (maybe 8) years of living; French toast with maple syrup. I was served this strange and wonderful meal in a hotel in Chicago, a dish my mother happily informed me she could make at home. It turns out Mom’s version wasn’t exactly as good as I remembered it being the first time around (she never did soak the bread long enough in the egg mix) so I asked her if she could teach me to make it. I’m not 100% sure, but I’m relatively certain this was also the first meal that I cooked for my (now) fiancé. Breakfast in bed is such a deal-sealer.

….the thick, chewy knot of wrapped tortilla at the bottom of a good burrito, soaked with all the appropriate salsa-refried beans-meat bits. ….that peninsula-like bite at the very heart of a thick, juicy cheese burger, which appears just after you’ve eaten away the first half of the outside area. When offered to my girlfriend, she once again fully realizes the extent of my love for her. ….the jammy vegetable reduction that surrounds a just finished long-braised pork shoulder or beef round; scooped up with a warm tortilla or some crusty bread. And I’d like to 2nd the glass of milk thought...