tortilla manifesto my ass
This is a page from a cookbook called Retro Fiesta: A Gringo's Guide To Mexican Party Planning that, frankly, pisses me off. Any cookbook that dismisses tortillas as "a study in tedium and frustration" is full of horseshit.
I picked it up in a store a while back on a lark hoping for some interesting recipes and what to my wondering eyes should appear but this lovely paragraph.
"I am an experienced cook and also very detail and craft oriented, but in forty years I have yet to master tortillas."
Ooh! Get her! Tortillas: Lard, flour, water, salt. End of story. If that confounds you, go back to your Taco Bell, you pinche fuckin' gabacho and leave the real cooking to someone who can hack the delicate intricacies of tortilla making.
tortilla manifesto my ass
This is a page from a cookbook called Retro Fiesta: A Gringo's Guide To Mexican Party Planning that, frankly, pisses me off. Any cookbook that dismisses tortillas as "a study in tedium and frustration" is full of horseshit.
I picked it up in a store a while back on a lark hoping for some interesting recipes and what to my wondering eyes should appear but this lovely paragraph.
"I am an experienced cook and also very detail and craft oriented, but in forty years I have yet to master tortillas."
Ooh! Get her! Tortillas: Lard, flour, water, salt. End of story. If that confounds you, go back to your Taco Bell, you pinche fuckin' gabacho and leave the real cooking to someone who can hack the delicate intricacies of tortilla making.