When I started this blog I assumed it would be filled with only baked good but this evening I reached an important milestone. My mother taught me how to make homemade flour tortillas, like my grandma used to make in Tijuana, it seems very appropriate that I finally learned to make them the way she did as yesterday was the 5th anniversary of her death. My Mexican heritage is very important to me and my mother agreed that it was important to learn how to make tortillas the way she learned. Not with a recipe but by eying measurements, the way the dough feels, the way it smells when it's ready to flip them.
Darling boyfriend is coming over tomorrow for lunch and after 5 1/2 years of dating I'm finally making him homemade tortillas.
Rolling the dough out I hope he loves them as much as I love making them for him. That is the most amazing thing about food, is the love you put in can really affect the taste.
My grandma's kitchen was always filled with delicious food and she was always feeding people, and her family was always happy as long as we were eating.
