It wasn’t the Virgin Mary’s face appearing in my toast. It wasn’t the shape of Abe Lincoln’s profile in a cheese puff. But it was a Thanksgiving miracle in my very own kitchen.
Homemade tortillas made by AdRi:
Who knew? We’ve been together for years now and this is the first time I’ve discovered her tortilla making talent. Not only were they tasty, but they were beautiful. And she even knows the secret techniques of making her tortillas perfectly round, how to press them by hand when you don’t have a tortilla press (a plastic bag and a heavy saucepan work in a pinch), and I've been enlightened to the goal of The Puffing of the Tortilla.
When this occurred, The Puffing of the Tortilla, the loud scream of GGGGOOOOAAAALLLLL could be heard throughout tortilla land. (Tortilla land=our house.)
Ingredients? Masa harina and water. The ratio? No clue. Because she worked so fast I didn’t see it coming. That is the way of the Thanksgiving Miracle.
Simply served with salted butter, hot and fresh from the comal, this was better than bird.
I hope this becomes a Thanksgiving tradition.
Speaking of Thanksgiving traditions, on last week’s Lelo Homemade show I had a really wonderful chat with my mom about Thanksgiving pasts, and I shared all kinds of commenter’s and listeners stories of Thanksgiving. You can listen to it here (episode 28).
We've entered the season of miracles. Happy holidays!