Quesadillas were never really my thing.
Key word – were.
It’s not that I disliked them per se, because what’s not to enjoy about two crispy tortillas sandwiched between copious amounts of melted cheese? They just weren’t something I would ever in a million years order when present on a menu. To me, there were infinitely more interesting items to choose from (regardless if I was at a Mexican restaurant or hole-in-the-wall bar), plus quesadillas are single-handedly the easiest thing on the entire earth to make at home…well aside from a PB&J or grilled cheese sandwich.
I’d always secretly scoffed at my dining companions immature palates when they’d order a plate of unexciting chicken quesadillas, and then have the nerve to offer me a bite. I appreciate the generosity, but I’m good with my mini corn dog nuggets thankyouverymuch. (Clearly my palate was much more refined than everyone else, because a mini hot dog dunked in batter and deep-fried is totally gourmet.)