Quesadillas Fuck

Recently while working from home in between conference calls, flipping back and forth between the golf channel and Stephen A Smith screaming about god knows what, I decided to actually make lunch and not walk to my corner bodega for yet again a pastrami on rye. On my counter was a bag of wraps clearly not closed correctly just hardening away wastefully, so my brain clicked to quesadillas. Transforming into muthafuckin Action Bronson I began cutting some leftover pork tenderloin, threw in some pub cheese, jalapenos and onions, made a ranch buffalo sauce and bam I was 2000 calories full.

Now I don't want to jump in on how good of a cook I am, but rather some appreciation for the quesadilla. Originating in Mexico, Mexican mothers would create these delicious snacks by simply throwing cheese inside of a tortilla then grilling to crisp. It was not until TGI Fridays and Chili's Bar and Grill put the first cheese quesadilla on the kids menu that the Quesadilla rose to its fame. You see parents would order these crispy triangles for their brat children, and then steal bites discovering what a simple yet tasty snack the chicharitos were hiding from us.

Soon after quesadillas spread to the college kids whose broke asses would make these cheese saucers after consuming a few four lokos adding to the versatility of quesadillas as a fourth meal snack. Fast forward to today where every menu consists of a variation of a quesadilla including breakfast lunch and dinner, dillas continue to please every broke cube monkey as they splash a crispy triangle into a vat of salsa while simultaneously swiping right on every chick on bumble on a Tuesday night.

Now enjoy some pictures of quesadillas I found on google made