A few weeks ago my sister Lola came down for a visit and, being the Rosenbergs that we are, decided we most certainly must make tortillas...from scratch.
Because that's what we do at 2 p.m. on a weekend when there's nothing better to do.
Luckily, I had picked up some really lovely masa on a recent trip to Houston for a friend's wedding. On our drive to the airport heading home, I made Daniel turn off the road at the last second so we could shop at this giant Latin market. Well worth almost killing ourselves, I'm sure. J/K.
So once inside I of course had to visit every aisle and, without a cart in hand, started stacking everything up in my arms. My arms were le tired. All in all, I picked up some awesome local (or near local) foods, the bounty of Texas! including: