Tortillas are Mini-Plates | Tortilla Challenge

tortilla, tortilla challenge, chicken, dinner

tortilla, tortilla challenge, chicken, dinner

How can I make smoked chicken better?

As much as I love tortillas, smoked chicken and assorted fatty meats are my summer go-to. Most weekends I’ll grab a whole chicken or roast for the grill. My summer approach is cook once, eat all weeklong. Much like my #TortillaChallenge, I think of different ways to consume smoked chicken. You’ll notice it makes a frequent appearance in a lot of these posts.

I noticed I don’t have a thorough walk through of how to turn your grill into a smoker, so I’ll take more detailed photos next time I fire up the coals.

The above dinner was a smoked chicken leg and thigh served with blanched green beans, slices of pecorino, cherry tomatoes on a grilled tortilla plate topped with bulgur.

I’ve made bulgur a few times so far. It’s a faster quinoa without as much protein. So if you are impatient or starving, go for the bulgur instead of quinoa.

Consult your hierarchy of grains: white rice<brown rice<bulgur<quinoa

Coincidentally, the price also escalates as you buy more nutritious grains, with quinoa high atop the pennies per grain metric.

These quickly turned into bulgur and green bean tacos using the smoked chicken like sprinkled cheese.

#TortillaChallenge | A Gringo's Mission

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What would you do if you only had one tortilla?

This was the question that consumed me Sunday night as I warmed my last tortilla on my Weber grill while the chicken breasts finished cooking. The obvious answer is “buy more,” but what if it were the very last tortilla IN THE WORLD?

What would you fill it with? Chicken, steak, fajita veggies? Would it be corn or flour? Cold? Warm? Crispy or soft? Folded in half for a quesadilla? Salsa verde or roja? Or would you make enchiladas?

Friends often send me articles about the best taco joints or every time Taco Bell or Chipotle is in the news. They also treat my photos like a variation of “Where’s Waldo?” Surely there’s a tortilla in that photo somewhere.

I am a tortilla-eating fiend. Think of the Cookie Monster, but with tortillas. I will use them in place of plates. I will eat them on their own. I prefer flour to corn, mainly because I’m a gringo. But yellow corn tortillas tend to fall part each time I use them.

Incapable of going a day without my beloved, I went to the store Monday night and restocked with a 36 pack of small, white corn tortillas.

Thus begins the #TortillaChallenge! Post your ideas in the comments or use the hashtag on Instagram and Twitter.

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For the next 36 tortillas I will do my best to make different dishes and highlight the supreme versatility of the circular w√ľnder food.

The first three tortillas were dinner on night one. After warming the blanco discs, I sprinkled shredded cheddar cheese, then topped the melting queso with slices of grilled chicken. Arugula and halved cherry tomatoes came next before a light drizzling of #BBANCH.

Each tortilla was delicious. But I can do better.

Thirty three tortillas remain.

Are you up for the challenge?

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Gringo’s Confessions

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The other night I was at a fancy shamancy dinner and was chatting about best meals to cook with a date. This conversation was with a man in his 50s who identified himself as a trophy husband, a career goal not too far from my own. He asserted that French cuisine was the best, since Italian and Mexican are common flavors. The last thing I want is my high-achieving future wife to think I’m common.

While some of my friends take Sunday Funday to be brunch and boozing, for me it means culinary project day. Eventually, I’ll start planning the week’s meals. Once that occurs I can truly become someone’s doting house husband.

Sunday night’s supper (a word I’m bringing back) involved homemade salsa verde and spice-rubbed chicken breasts. The result: best tacos I’ve had this year. Bonus for you, it’s hella simple. We will have to wait to see how successful it is as wife bait.

Continue reading Gringo’s Confessions

Breakfast Showdown: Me vs. Ronald Q. McDonald

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I was recently informed that McDonald’s southwest breakfast wrap was no longer available for a buck. Years ago, my boss used to grab them and during her carb-free days would ask me if I wanted the tortilla. I will go on record as to never turning down a tortilla. Ever.

Much like a drug pusher I was warned about during D.A.R.E., she hooked me on the breakfast burrito. It served as a gateway food. In a mere hours I would have the itch for bigger, meatier burritos that were affectionately referred to as “productivity killers” in the office. And yes, I do realize I was begging for her unwanted scraps a la Oliver Twist. Continue reading Breakfast Showdown: Me vs. Ronald Q. McDonald