There used to be a time in Allison’s life where quesadillas basically equaled life.
We grew up on our momma making us cheese crisps quite regularly, maybe daily. And for those that don’t know, a cheese crisp has many different household nicknames, but it’s basically a big tortilla topped with shredded cheese, popped in the microwave for just one minute and BAM! The best snack/meal for the little Abbey’s. Al would have hers cut with the pizza cutter and would eat ’em plain, slice by slice. I’d have mine uncut with a spoonful of Pace chunky salsa plopped in the middle, tearing off piece after piece for dipping.
And I believe that this easily-crafted, sentimental meal stuck with Allison real strong. I have countless memories of us snug inside a booth in a colorful Mexican restaurant, me dying to eat up a bean burrito that was bigger than both my hands and Allison quickly and confidently announcing she’s getting the cheese crisp — oh, and can we get more of those free chips? Sweet, thanks.