My Mother was an amazing cook. She loved trying new recipes, and tasting new dishes. Especially the Salvadorean cuisines my Father’s family cooked for her. However, there was one food that she loved, but could never quite master. That dish is what I affectionately call her elusive tortilla. She was always on the hunt, trying to figure out how to make these little “flatbreads”. She bought presses, asked coworkers, badgered random people on the street, can you say embarrassing for me and my sister, but ultimately she never learned how to make tortillas. So, I figured, I would pick up where she left off, besides going up to random people on the street, I also wanted to learn how to make these treats.
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