These are the quesadillas you’ve been waiting for your whole life.
Listen, I just want you to be prepared for what’s about to occur.
Because they’re the type of quesadillas that are easily approachable for a weeknight. Which always wins. But if you’re wanting to slow poke it on a Saturday or Sunday, you can definitely prep the meal in stages, and go bonkers out with a full Mexi-spread with chips, salsa, guac, cheese dip, and a mammoth trough of margaritas later in the evening.
Which of course now I desperately need to make happen yesterday.
They’ve got a kick! ^^^ But it’s a heat I feel you can handle. However, if your sissy meter reading is high that day, just go with one pepper, so you’re not cursing my name. We coo?
Roasted CORN, baby. Since it’s still technically summer, you’re probably eying those stacks of fresh corn in your local market. Just husk, remove the kernels, toss with oil, salt and pepper, and throw them under the broiler until they start to char in places and pop under the heat. The sweetness really shines with this method and you’ll definitely tear up a bit.
You’ll sear some chicken with a little homemade spice blend. Toss that with the corn and peppers (skin and seeds removed!) with a bit of lime juice and fresh cilantro. THIS, my pigeons, is your quesadilla filling. No I am not kidding and no I will not shut any doors.
You stuff the mix into flour tortillas with l o a d s of shredded pepper jack cheese, plop them in a hot skillet for some light browning on both sides, and you’re all set for life and love.
I think I’m getting emotional just remembering.
One for me. Two for me. Three for me. Four for me. None for you. Isn’t that how it goes?
I always smear a couple of little happy dollops of salsa and sour cream on each quesadilla. The cool on top hitting the warmth inside – mah gah.
And aaaaaaaaaaaall that majestic melted spicy cheese just spilling and oozing out with each bite. Sakes alive.
Add this to your rotation right stinkin’ now because I’m getting emotional again and need a moment to collect myself.
Can we have quesadilla night every night? And day? And breakfast? Forever?
I now pronounce thee, eater and eaten.