Homemade Tortillas Like My Mom Used to Make!

Homemade Tortillas Like My Mom Used to Make!

The Healthier Choice Nowadays!

In our family, food is more than just sustenance; it's a vessel for memories, a thread that weaves through our heritage connecting us to our past. As someone who strives to be health conscious, I've always been the type to scrutinize labels, seeking out the most nutritious options for my family. We had taken a liking to Tortilla Land's Ready to Cook Tortillas for their homemade taste, but a recent glance at the package gave me pause. The words "Made with BIO Engineered Food products" stared back at me, and though I wasn't entirely sure what that entailed, it was enough to stir a desire for something more genuine, something unmistakably wholesome.

I decided it was time to make my own tortillas

I decided it was time to make my own tortillas, to return to the traditions of my childhood. The first attempt was comically imperfect; my hand-rolled tortillas bore a striking resemblance to various renditions of the Antarctica continent. My husband Todd couldn't help but joke about our unintentional geography lesson during dinner. Despite their irregular shapes, they were delicious, infused with the flavor of effort and nostalgia.

Determined to perfect the craft, the following week's mission was clear: acquire a tortilla press. It was last Wednesday when we ventured to the Madera Swap meet, a day we had also promised to babysit our adorable two-year-old granddaughter, Alaia. With Alaia in tow, the search through the bustling swap meet felt like an adventure, one that culminated in the discovery of the coveted tortilla press.

(I grabbed some organic Cinnamon while there. Perfect for tea on these cold winter days!)

Later that day, I decided to give the new tortilla press a try, and, It worked marvelously. It transformed my tortilla-making process into an efficient art form. With just a couple of simple ingredients - flour, water, salt, and a touch of oil - we were getting back to basics. It was as if each press of the handle not only flattened the dough but also pressed out the unnecessary complexities of modern food production, leaving us with the pure, unadulterated essence of the tortilla.

I am now making tortillas just like my mom used to

I am now making tortillas just like my mom used to when I was a little girl. There's something profoundly satisfying about the process, the way the dough feels in my hands, the subtle sizzle as it hits the hot Comal, and the warm, comforting scent that fills the kitchen. These tortillas are more than just a component of a meal; they are a connection to my heritage, a healthier choice for my family, and a delicious rebellion against the puzzling ingredients found in store-bought versions.

Making tortillas at home has become more than a culinary endeavor; it's a heartwarming ritual that honors my mother's legacy and creates new memories with my granddaughter. As Alaia watched the process, I'm teaching her more than just how to cook. I'm passing down a tradition, a piece of our family story, and a love for wholesome, homemade food. It's a beautiful cycle, one that I hope she will cherish and perhaps, one day, continue.