"I have to leave in half an hour," he said, his stomach growling urgently.
"Well, if I make you something, can I take pictures of it quick so I have something to post?"
"Only if you hurry!"
So I looked in the fridge. The ingredients I had to work with were sparse, but I quickly got to work grating cheese sticks, shredding up the rotisserie chicken my sister had been saving for a pot pie she wanted to make that night, and scouring the fridge for sour cream.
"I'm going to put yogurt on it for the pictures and pretend it's sour cream," I said.
"Don't you dare."
"Hey, do you know how many centuries ago we opened this salsa? I bet it's still good," I said, ignoring him.
"I am not eating that."
"Red alert. We only half one and a half tortillas," I said.
"That's okay, just hurry!"
Well, I did find one small spoonful of sour cream and I snapped a few quick pictures before my bro ran out the door with quesadillas in tow.
Later that night when he returned, he walked in the door, burping contentedly, and said, "Mm, another pleasant reminder of how good those quesadillas were."
These are kind of rough measurements. I don't believe in measuring for recipes as simple as this. Just follow your heart and don't be afraid to add more cheese.
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