To me, the most beautiful thing about MDO/preschool is the ability to grocery shop and fold laundry alone. I may or may not also enjoy pretending to be in the ranks of ladies who lunch. So last Tuesday I drove my little beloveds to school and, having no fancy morning plans, I made a beeline for the HEB.
I had breakfast tacos in mind for dinner, so the first thing I did was go to the bakery and look for the fresh tortillas. They are a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Sadly, there was only a small stack of wheat ones. I've actually tried them with tacos before and didn't care for them. Nope! I wanted plain ole wonderful white flour. I could see the ladies rolling the dough into balls, so I had high hopes that I would leave the store with my treasure in hand. I went up and down every aisle like a good little shopper and then revisited the bakery before checking out. Behold, a big stack of fresh tortillas was waiting for me! They were still hot and the bag was steamy. It was all I could do to wait until I got home to eat one.
That night I got started on the breakfast taco feast. I had potatoes o'brien or whatever they're called, breakfast sausage, cheese, and eggs. I thought there may be an actual recipe in my Pioneer Woman cookbook and sure enough, there was. Eventually we sat down to eat and I was just so pleased with myself and my fresh tortillas. I mean, they totally scored me some Proverbs 31 points. Plus, anytime I open a cookbook I feel like I'm every woman.
But something was missing. My first breakfast taco left something to be desired. I thought it might need some spice, so I put salsa verde on the second one. It was a no go. By then I knew what the problem was. I just didn't want to give in to the simple, brutish taste developed in me after years of eating taquitos at Whataburger between the magical hours of 11 PM and 11 AM!
It was do or die, people. Eat a third and do it up right, or mourn what could have been.
You know where this is going. I went to the fridge and got a slice of processed cheese. I unwrapped it, put it on a tortilla, and spooned the egg filling on top of it. Then, I put a bit of red salsa on it as a shout out to the little picante packets from Whataburger. Finally, please don't hate me, I nuked it in the microwave to melt the cheese.
Noooooooo! I'm so unsophisticated!
When you bite into a breakfast taquito and the cheese has become one with the tortilla...and the picante drips down your arm...and the sausage and eggs are having a party...it is not too good to be true. All is right in your world for those three minutes.
Truth be told, I'm not fancy. I'm not sophisticated. I'm not a lady who lunches. But I can make a phenomenal Whataburger taquito. And since we're being honest, I can also make a mean Egg McMuffin.