It's bad enough that I have to make my own dinner when all I know how to cook is breakfast tacos, but who is she trying to fool with this sneaky tortilla swap? When you go with the unproven, tarted-up flavor-of-the-week over the ol' reliable veteran, things are gonna get dicey. In this case, a shredded, crumbled mess after one just one bite. This late in the game, you go flour or you go home. Flour is gonna dig in, work the count, and give you a solid plate appearance every time. Flax seed and blue corn rookies swing first pitch and pop up in the clutch. That's a clown tortilla, bro.
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