I miss my Whimzie. She’s in the middle of unpacking from the move and doesn’t have her computer up and running,which means that she and I can’t IM each other twenty million times a day to ask such earth-shattering questions such as “Is it The Farmer in the Dell? or The Farmer in the Dale?” I get half of my blog inspiration from conversations that she and I have, and without her on the other side of the send button, my well has run dry.
And why didn’t I think of this before?
I lamented to my Tweeps that I had zero to say, which shouldn’t be alarming since I pretty much don’t ever say anything here anyway, but my friends rose to the occasion and lobbed 40 bajillion questions to @carpoolqueen and saved the day. Here are a few:
@lisa1219 and @whimzie said “Hey Sus – how about a tortilla tutorial?”
Is that not the saddest tortilla you’ve ever seen? It’s not even round! I’m sure my Guatemalan friends are hanging their heads in shame.
In my defense, I was hungry and I just wanted to get it made, and besides, it wasn’t like Martha was coming for dinner.
There are two ways to go about making homemade tortillas. You can buy the masa harina (brand name Maseca – at your local Walmart – sorry, @baxleydavis) and follow the instructions on how to make the dough;
or you can stop by your nearest Latin market and head to the refrigerated section and buy a big bag of pre-made dough (and try not to get grossed out by the pig heads). This is the method I prefer.
Whichever method you choose, once the dough is made, break off a chunk about the size of a small apricot and form it into a ball.
Stick it into a ziplock bag that’s been cut down the sides for ease of opening, make sure it’s covered, and smush down with the bottom of a pot or pan.
While you’re smushing, preheat a cast iron skillet on the stove until it’s piping hot (no oil). Drop your tortilla into the dry pan and toast for approximately 1-2 minutes per side. (It’s okay if you get some little char bits on it – it’s like roasted corn – the dark parts have more flavor.)
You can put them in a warm oven to hold if you’re making a bunch, but since I’m the only one in this house that eats corn tortillas (I have failed miserably as a mother), I just eat them hot out of the skillet with a little butter, kosher salt, and a squeeze of lemon.
Or with scrambled eggs and refried black beans for breakfast.
The possibilities are endless.
@lifeat7000feet said, “Hey Sus, any words that make you cringe?”
Funny you should mention that, Mer. I was just telling someone the other day that the word “flesh” gives me the heebie jeebies. In fact, I had asked my dad to read scripture at our wedding and gave him carte blanche to pick what he wanted to read and he read the part about the two becoming one flesh and I almost heaved in the middle of my wedding ceremony.
I also don’t like the word that denotes infection (starts with a p, three letters) or that other p word that describes women of delicate proportions.
@whimzie wanted to know where her spoons were, why I didn’t like blondes, had I decided on the mouse, and if I had Xanax.
My issue with blondes mainly stems from certain gentlemen who seemed to prefer them instead of me, and Whimzie gets grandfathered in on the no-blonde thing because I’ve seen so many different colors on her head that I couldn’t even tell you what the original color should be.
And I’ve decided against the mouse, mainly because I don’t think my mother will come visit me if I do. And since her visits are the only time my laundry is caught up and my floor mopped, I don’t want to risk that never being done again.
And I have no idea where your spoons are, but try looking in the box labeled “Attic”.
The Xanax is on its way.
Have a nice day.