Tortillas de harina

Last weekend Karina and I decided to make our own tortillas. In reality Karina was the one who made the tortillas. However I was the one who bought the ingredients. So I did my part.

Overall I can say that the experience was both messy and fun. The tortillas it turned out were a bit on the chewy side. It isn't every day that Karina makes tortillas by hand, so neither of us had perfected the art. On the streets there are always women whipping balls of flour out of big buckets and pinching them into perfect tortillas. But inside Karina's kitchen there were just two clumsy goof balls smearing wet flour on plates to smush out some sort of tortilla shape.

When all was said and done we sat down to feast upon the tower of tortillas and beans. The tortillas were thick and really chewy, but I ate it all with a smile. When I told Karina they were great she could see right through me. I guess it was my overworked jaw breaking a sweat against the endless labor of chewing the tortillas into a gummy mush, so that I could swallow. I had to clarify that, although the consistency was leathery at best, the flavor was exquisite.

"You see, Babe... sometimes... You can look past all the chewing if... well what I mean is... these taste just as good as they are hard to swallow."

She would have probably been upset at that remark if she hadn't have been eating the same thing. We both were exhausted after eating, because whenever we weren't trying to wolf down these rubber tortillas, we were laughing at how difficult they were to eat. We made it our goal to perfect the recipe. After all being a Honduran and not knowing how to make a flour tortilla is like living in Buffalo and not knowing how to make a Pizza.

Until we perfect the recipe I'll just buy my tortillas off the street vendors.

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