Let's just say that my order was perfect, it takes a lot of talent to mess up an orange juice. Tortillas on the other hand... I guess they are subject to a bit more interpretation. Looking down at the food, which frankly I was thankful that I didn't order despite my recommendation of it, we struck with only one thought, what is it? Ever remaining the optimist I ventured to say that maybe it was just a different type of tortilla. "It looks like egg," was the only reply. Thinking the same thing but refusing to verbalize it given the expression of disgust across my friends face I kindly retort, "No, it isn't egg." "It's egg." I tasted it, it was egg. So much for a tortilla con queso. It was certainly something with cheese, but despite the round shape not much else was all that tortilla-esque. Ah well, Welcome to Morocco!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Tortillas!
Round, flat, delicious little pieces of heaven that are a staple in many Latin American diets, Tortillas are universal, or rather they should be! Here in Morocco and I would venture to say nearly the entire continent of Africa over (save for one known 'Mexican' restaurant in Cairo) tortillas are unheard of. Describing one leads to rather amusing conversations generally revolving around pancakes, don't even ask, the story is not worth retelling. Those few ex-patriots who know the intricate delicacies of the tortilla periodically recreate it in the privacy of their own homes, savoring the perfectly balanced flavor and slightly crisp exterior, but to those on the outside a tortilla-less world is a bleak one. The world is especially dark and dismal when one has had the pleasure of partaking in such a treat and then is mercilessly snatched away from them (ie. me!). Scouring the local hanutes, bakeries, and grocery stores had led only to disappointment and heartbreak. Therefore you can imagine ones joy when waltzing down the Boulevard in Tanger all movement came to a screaching halt with the words "tortilla con queso"! Tortilla with Cheese! Not only did they have Tortillas, but it said they made Quesadillas! Yum! We instantly snagged a table, waited more or less patiently for our waiter and then ordered. What seemed like an eternity later he returned again with our order. Looking down in wonder we hovered over the plate, "tortilla con queso". 
Let's just say that my order was perfect, it takes a lot of talent to mess up an orange juice. Tortillas on the other hand... I guess they are subject to a bit more interpretation. Looking down at the food, which frankly I was thankful that I didn't order despite my recommendation of it, we struck with only one thought, what is it? Ever remaining the optimist I ventured to say that maybe it was just a different type of tortilla. "It looks like egg," was the only reply. Thinking the same thing but refusing to verbalize it given the expression of disgust across my friends face I kindly retort, "No, it isn't egg." "It's egg." I tasted it, it was egg. So much for a tortilla con queso. It was certainly something with cheese, but despite the round shape not much else was all that tortilla-esque. Ah well, Welcome to Morocco!
Let's just say that my order was perfect, it takes a lot of talent to mess up an orange juice. Tortillas on the other hand... I guess they are subject to a bit more interpretation. Looking down at the food, which frankly I was thankful that I didn't order despite my recommendation of it, we struck with only one thought, what is it? Ever remaining the optimist I ventured to say that maybe it was just a different type of tortilla. "It looks like egg," was the only reply. Thinking the same thing but refusing to verbalize it given the expression of disgust across my friends face I kindly retort, "No, it isn't egg." "It's egg." I tasted it, it was egg. So much for a tortilla con queso. It was certainly something with cheese, but despite the round shape not much else was all that tortilla-esque. Ah well, Welcome to Morocco!
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