So I came downstairs to make tortillas and then turn the tortillas into quesadillas. My husband asked me if I realized how bat-shit crazy that seemed from his perspective.
I said I came down and there were no tortillas, so I made some.
He said, see?
Hm, he might be onto something. Then again, I am not the one standing over the stove cooking the tortillas, so who’s the crazy one now?
Might be me. My tortillas are more like a mix between mazto and pita. O_o
