Is it your uncanny timing ability to walk in the room at exactly the moment McGoo and Ziva are talking smack about you? Is it your stoic yet oddly likeable personality? Is it your eerily amazing capability to catch the killer of a First Class Petty Officer in less than an hour? Sigh, I just don’t know-but you make my Tuesday splendid.
You know what else makes Tuesday’s splendid? Quesadillas or as Napoleon Dynamite’s aunt would say: dang ka-sa-dilla. The Robertson household has perfected the quesadilla-for us, anyway.
I took lots of pictures, but the memory card wasn’t in the camera-so I only have a few, so sorry.
Here is a quick rundown:
8 – 12 flour tortillas any size
Olive Oil
Cooked Chicken – cubed or shredded or from a bag in your local grocer’s freezer (my favorite choice)
Monterey Jack Cheese, shredded
Fresh Salsa
Sour Cream
Heat olive oil in the bottom of a sauté pan that fits a tortilla in it easily; you want the oil to be very hot but not too hot so as not to scorch the tortilla
Using a pair of tongs, add a tortilla to the heated oil and fry on both sides for about 10 seconds
Drain tortillas on paper towels
Arrange the tortillas on a baking sheet; put the chicken on one half of each tortilla and then top the chicken with shredded cheese
Fold over the tortillas in the shape of a taco and then bake in a 400 degree oven until they are golden brown and crispy-no need to turn over
Sweet Mark Harmon, they are good
Serve with sour cream and fresh salsa. Yes, I realize that you cannot make good salsa this time of year, tomatoes are mealy…blah blah blah. This is why I strongly strongly suggest that you get some fresh salsa from your grocer’s refrigerated section. The difference between this fresh bought salsa and bottled salsa is astounding. Please do not make me come to your house and snatch the bottled salsa out of your hand. I’m not a violent person, but even I have my limits.
See the chuncks of onions and tomato and cilantro? Seriously-it is soooo good.
I was only able to get a picture of the fresh bought salsa and of one lonely quesadilla-and of Logan-freshly up from an after school nap enjoying his dinner.
Notice the basket of freshly laundered clothes in the dining room? Why, where else would it go?
