The Great Tortilla Caper

Friends, my Kitchen Muse has vacated the premises.  Without warning she packed her knives, wiped down her skillets, and sailed out the front door, trailing confectioners’ sugar and a few grains of salt.  Perhaps she was offended by Scott’s preference for American cheese over Havarti?  Perhaps it had something to do with the juice I spilled in the refrigerator and didn’t mop up?  I’m not sure.  All I know is she’s gone and I’ve lost the will to cook.

No disrespect to good Tex-Mex cuisine, but dinner around here has degenerated into a can of beans, a box of Spanish rice, and a look on my face that says why yes, we *are* shoving stuff into tortillas again tonight.

I’ve gone through food ruts before.  In the summer of 2010 I ate so much sushi I could have grown a dorsal fin.  In 2005 I lived on boursin and angel hair pasta.  And once–not so long ago–I had a serious fling with canned green beans and mustard.  (This is where I turn in the password to this website like a corrupt cop handing over his badge, right?)

I passed through those phases eventually, just like I passed through a period of  adolescence when I wore hoop earrings the size of onion rings.  I expect The Great Tortilla Caper of 2013 will be no different; it too shall pass.  In the meantime, hit me up with some of your favorite meals, will you?  A favorite from your recipe binder or website.  Something to keep us from succumbing to scurvy or quesadilla-induced boredom over here.  Something to lure the Kitchen Muse back.

Waiting.