Quesadillas are one of those dishes that you probably don't want to admit you love. Here's a dish with no foodie cred that Rick Bayless cringes when he sees on a menu, but come on now, who doesn't love flour tortillas, melted cheese and grilled chicken? Seriously, come clean, you love them, you know you do.
So I went to lunch yesterday with three of my coworkers - a special treat because normally I lunch alone and we tried a Mexican/Salvadoran restaurant that I've seen many times but never went into. The food on everyone else's tables looked great, fresh and tasty but everything looked so huge I thought I'd order something small like a quesadilla. Ha! When it came, the thing was the size of a hubcap! I could hardly lift the box it came in. To top it off I ordered a pupusa, a Salvadoran treat that looks like a pancake but is actually a masa cake filled with cheese cooked on a griddle. Wow! Supermegadelicious.
All that being said, I made my way through the pupusa and about a quarter of the quesadilla before I threw in the towel. I brought the rest of it home and amazingly it survived the night and was still there this morning, begging for me to eat it for breakfast. Twenty minutes in a 350 degree oven and I had a toasty little meal that left me full, well, for the whole day. I haven't eaten lunch yet and its 3:00 pm. I love it.
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