Cultural Heritage by Rolling Pin

Do you ever buy tortillas at the grocery store?  But have you ever read the ingredients?!  There is so much multi-syllabic (excuse my french but) crap in there it's crazy.  Do you know what belongs in tortillas?  Flour.  Water, shortening, salt.  So what's all that extra partially-hydrogenated thisnthat in there for?! 
Before Little One won the soybean challenge, all that (excuse my french but) crap also meant that She couldn't eat them.  And I thought.  Here I am.  The grand-daughter of a Mexican.  And I'm eating these fake, nastified, gringo-tortilla wannabe things and my baby gets nada to scoop Her frijoles with.  Something wrong with this picture. 
So Little One and I took out the whopping 4 items we needed (we just used soy-free vegetable oil instead of shortening in Hers) and said, (excuse our French but) olvidale crappy gringo-tillas! We'll make our own! 
With a little  help from Her lovely assistant, Little One mixed up Her ingredients. 

She patted the dough into little spheres. 

She rolled them out into ciruelas

And carried them into the cocina. 

We cooked them up, easy as pie.  Actually a lot, lot easier than pie.

And we bundled them all warm and yummy around our fajitas.

Little One said it best (no French needed). 







"Delicioso!"  










I'm pretty sure we can never go back to tortillas that need French to describe them.  Which is sort of a blasphemous thing to do to a tortilla, really (as is adding mono-di-gluta-expialidocious for no good reason). These were so easy, fun to make together, and so, so, SO much yummier than store-bought.   If you want to try it yourself and want to use a recipe, I suggest you check out this one at The Vagabond Table.  As the New Mexican in me would say, "hijole! so gooooooood!"