Quaker, a brand known for breakfast oats has gone Latino with a new line of products including this Harina Preparada para Tortillas, harina meaning flour and preparada meaning self-rising with added fat. A lot of fat. Fat is what makes the tortillas so tender and also makes the prepared flour more vulnerable than regular flour with its own fat that is already vulnerable to going rancid. Seems best to store cold.
[Enriched Bleached Flour (Bleached Wheat Flour, Niacin, Reduced Iron, Thiamin, Mononitrate, Riboflavin, Folic Acid), Palm Oil, Salt, Leavening (Sodium Aluminum Phosphate, Sodium Bicarbonate, Monocalcium Phosphate), Corn Syrup Solids, Dough Conditioner Product (Whey, L-Cystine Monohydrochloride), Dextrose, Calcium Carbonate]
Palm oil, baking powder, corn syrup, dextrose, whey, calcium carbonate (acidity regulator)
They taste better than my own tortillas. I'm trying to get ideas here.
OMG, why did I put this off so long?
It's the easiest most primitive thing, the simplest stew and simplest bread possible and it is perfect.
I feel sorry for the 94 year old man who was feted at McDonalds in Britain by the workers there because he goes there every day. Apparently part of his exercise regimen and part of his social life too following the death of his wife.
And a part of me is a bit less sympathetic toward a pensioner even a very old one because being up and about he could be doing better than that, even treating the McDonald workers with huevos rancheros and pull it off brilliantly with no work at all, by sitting in a chair giving instructions to youngsters, there simply to be around him. It didn't have to be that sad. It doesn't have to be that pathetic.
I say this because I was feted by a 99 year old man in Louisiana at his house. His uncomfortably large garden kept him busy. Kept him active in summer heat in Louisiana. That's what was uncomfortably large about his fenced-in garden. The whole thing seemed out of hand to teenagers. Neither of us wanted anything to do with it.
This was Gary's relative, remote somehow, discovered by psychic incident, another story told by Gary's mother who was otherwise rational. This old man offered Gary and me corned beef from a tin. Still in the tin as I recall. It grossed us both out, but still, there he was at 99 feting us with what he had and what he ate himself at the time.
