Because if I look very, very hard in the mirror and speak truth…quesadillas are grilled cheese sandwiches. And serving grilled cheese for dinner at least 5 times a month is sort of sad, with one major exception.
But! If you call it a quesadilla…that’s something. It’s ethnic food. It is food that borders on fancy. It must be cut into wedges and served with dipping sauces. Did I say dipping sauces? How uncouth of me. I meant accoutrements.
How do you feel about a visual recipe? Here’s a very fancy dinner I made a little while back that I found in the recesses of my iPhone library. Apple/bacon/onion/kale quesadillas, which even my 8-year-old ate.
Other things one can put in quesadillas:
- hummus instead of cheese (Mind BLOWN, right?)
- olives
- peppers
- broccoli
- chopped chicken
- quinoa
- leftover taco filling
- leftover anything
- your mom
God I miss quesadillas. And cheese. Gimme!!!!
Dear cheese,
Why can’t I quit you?
Love,
Sheri