July 31, 2009 by skwishface
It all started out innocently enough.
The tomatillo peeked coyly from it’s papery wrappings, giving me a very come-hither glance.
Dance with me, it whispered, and the deliciousness shall know no bounds! There shall be tortillas, and meat, and cheese, and ME. You know you want it.
And I did. Want it. So I set about making it happen.
Apparently the tomatillo did not appreciate being stripped, quartered, and tossed into Ye Olde Foode Processor with ten of its closest friends and neighbors. And then whirred around mega-sharp blades with some sauteed onions and garlic and fresh cilantro. Plus a jalapeno.
I couldn’t hear it over the roar of the appliance’s engine, but that tomatillo swore itself to bitter revenge.
Looks tasty, no? That is layers of fresh tortillas, spicy ground beef, melty monterey jack cheese, and lots of tangy yummy tomatillo sauce.
Every component of this dish was delicious on its own. It was all so right.
It all went so wrong.
Somehow, when all of these ingredients got together in one place, they turned into bland and oddly textured mess. But it looked so tasty!
So many rights made one big wrong.
The tomatillo, she wins this round.