Okay, so the title isn't totally accurate...more like snatching just-a-plain-old-defeat from the jaws of we-got-completely-stomped-on-and-crushed-defeat. Still, I'll take it.
On Cinco de Mayo, I tried unsuccessfully to make tortillas. They didn't turn out well at all, and I wrecked the kitchen. What a mess to clean up!
Last week, I was really trying hard to skip grocery shopping and just use what we had on hand. On Thursday, pickings were starting to get a bit slim, but I did have the ingredients to make black bean burritos. Well, I mostly had the ingredients. I didn't have tortillas. So I took a deep breath and tried that whole making tortillas at home thing again.
It's funny; I can make breads of all description. I can even concoct a pretty decent pie crust. I can make pizza dough. But I can NOT make tortillas. Not even a little bit.
The "dough" for the tortillas (that I was supposed to knead for five minutes) never actually became dough. I followed the directions exactly as to proportion of ingredients called for, but all I got was glop. You could stir it, but it wasn't going to knead.
So I began adding more flour. And more. And more. Finally I gave up. Sarah and Natalie stirred the batter-like goo for awhile. Natalie smeared it around the kitchen, then tasted it and declared it "good." I stashed it in the fridge so I didn't have to see it mocking me.
Apparently hanging out in the chill chest did improve the tortilla makings a bit. Sunday afternoon I pulled the stuff back out. It still wouldn't cooperate enough to roll it out into nice thin little rounds, but I did manage to get it into nice, not-so-thin amorphous blobs. I cooked them, and I made the black bean mixture. The darn things are too thick to be tortillas, so I told the girls they were tamales. They ate them and declared them good.
That's something, right? I can sort of claim a victory here? Or at least say I staved off total defeat?
I think I'm buying tortillas in the store from now on. It saves my sanity and makes my kitchen easier to clean.