The most classic of basics! The flour tortilla

When I was about eight or nine years old, I’d be in the kitchen while my grandma Julia, would make from scratch, tortillas de harina. I was always one of the first ones to get the first tortilla off the comal. Smothered in a tab of butter. Getting my mouth burnt was worth it. Buttery, softness that you can only get from tortillas made from scratch. It was almost like a symphony when she would cook. When she’d roll out the dough balls, I’d hear the string section. Or when she would start rolling out the tortillas, I’d hear a trombone. Definitely music to my ears.