I always have such grand ambitions for dinner.

In the morning.

But by the time I get home from work (especially with the wildfires raging) I am done. There's nothing left in the tank for me to even consider cooking something interesting.

So I rotate through the following list...

• My bomb-ass homemade potato salad
• A frozen El Monterey Bean & Cheese burrito (or three)
• A bowl (or three) of Captain Crunch Peanut Butter cereal
• Eggo waffels
• A peanut butter sandwich
• A cheese & potato chip sandwich
• A package of Premium saltine crackers
• A can of veggetarian chili
• Momofuku noodles
• Garlic bread & pizza sauce

But what was really speaking to me tonight was corn tortillas.

Now, I need to preface what I'm going to say next by telling you that the last time I had corn tortillas, they were handmade by my friend's mother-in-law who is originally from Mexico. They were amazing. The stuff of dreams. It's just masa harina, water, and salt... but somehow tastes... more.

But the tortillas I had tonight?

Store-bought that expired on September 12th (relax, they were refrigerated) that I sprinkled with a little bit of pre-shredded cheddar cheese that expired on September 24th.

Which is to say... not great.

But it was less effort than making a spinach salad, so I'm calling it a win.