comment icon 75 more comments I’ve always loved Mexican food (read: an excuse to douse food in salsa) and my food senses will always steer me in the direction of a Mexican restaurant when it’s that glorious time to do my favorite thing of all time which is called Go Out to Eat. Chips and salsa, enchiladas, chilaquiles, tostadas, and carnitas – more more more. On the Mexican food spectrum, I can’t say my tastes are super refined or sophisticated. I food-thrive at both the totally authentic level and the overly Texified level. The freshest, spiciest Mexican food will, without a doubt, make my heart soar, but there is just something so wonderful about a predictably cheesy, golden brown quesadilla that makes me go WHEEEEE! Slash takes me back to 2005 and the snack bar in my college dorm building. Ruh roh. Is there is anything authentically Mexican food-esquely about a very simple cheesy quesadilla? Better question: does it matter? Quesa to the dilla. Bjork and I have this weird lunch thing going on now that we work from home. Both of us. All day, together. WORKING FROM HOME. head spins Bjork works in his little space in “the studio”, which could also be considered our completely unfinished and totally ant-infested basement. I work upstairs, in the aesthetically nice, bug-free, comfortable main floor of our home, because food blogger needs a kitchen, and husband needs wife to be on a different floor of the house. Something about overly excessive sharing of Buzzfeed Animal listicles and not being able to get any “real work” done. So at lunch time we reconvene to eat lunch together and share a few listicles with each other before parting ways back to our different levels of the house. Le sigh. How romantical. Or more like q-u-e-s-a-d-i-l-l-a romantical. True romance for us right now is when you make smoked gouda mushroom quesadillas for two, and then you sit at the table together, and top the quesadillas with every topping imaginable and maybe inwardly critique the other’s topping choices but don’t say anything out loud, cause you’re romantic ❤, and then you choose not to talk in order to allow the space, time, and attention needed for devouring the plate full of sauteed veggies blanketed with a layer of smoky melted cheese all packaged up in a golden brown tortilla crust. Self-sacrifice, guys. Sauteed mushrooms + peppers + smoked gouda + tortilla + toppings to the universe and back = true love. 4.7 from 7 reviews
