One cheap NYC restaurant at which I enjoy dining is Empanada Mama. My own Mama is famous for quesadillas, a similar pocket-like food, albeit not deep fried. I absolutely adore her quesadillas.
While I was home, I ate chicken quesadillas, pizzadillas, and apple cinnamon-adillas. Also while I was home, I shared that I once started writing a parody of Patsy Cline’s “I Fall to Pieces” called “I Eat My Feces.” (My sister and I were reared to appreciate scatological humor).
“Ooh, can you imagine?” Megan asked. My mom appeared to know what Megan’s big idea was; I shrugged. “Then we could make fecadillas! A feast o’ fecadillas!”
I love my family.
The quesadillas look good.
Everyone loves a good poophamism. I don’t know that I’ll ever eat another quesadilla without thinking about this post, but oh well….buen provecho!