Being born and bred in Southern California, in an area where "wedos" were in the minority, I am physically required to consume food of Mexican origin at least 3 times a month or my big toes shrivel and my left rotary cuff twitches. My husband has the same condition regarding pizza.
In case you are lost right now, "wedo" (or the feminine "weda") is a derogatory term us white folk were called. It's okay. I've accepted the fact that I am white. I no longer try to wear deep brown lipstick. And I've burned all pictures of that phase.
As for my toes shriveling and my rotary cuff twitching, it's personal. You don't want to hear any more.
Back to my Tex-Mex, spicy food addiction.
I love NY. Mostly. But it does have it's flaws. For one thing, a church pot luck in my region consists of pasta, sausage and peppers, more pasta, greens, pasta salad and something half of you will not recognize and shouldn't bother with anyway: tomato pie. Tomato pie is a local favorite, and is basically a pizza that the cook got tired half way through making and called it quits before adding pepperoni or final baking. Sounds bad, right? It is.
As any good California girl knows, a church pot lunch SHOULD contain carne asada, chili quillas, and sub sandwiches. (Hey, every pot luck, regardless of ethnic preferences, should have subs!)
So in the interest of my toes and shoulders, I make dinners containing tortillas, chili powder, and cilantro often.
I love cilantro. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it. If marrying herbs were legal, I'd marry cilantro. I might date basil, because it's pretty good too. But definitely would make it official with cilantro.
Steak fajitas with homemade salsa and guacamole.
|Steak, lettuce, peppers, onion, salsa & fresh cilantro on flour tortilla = party in my tum tum|
|The Right Way (ie. Kayte's Way) he he he|
|Seth's magic mix - steak, lettuce, nacho cheese, salsa|
|Maddie's "Purist" Fajita- Just meat and hot sauce|