Can someone please FedEx me a burrito?

We haven't had Mexican food since August 22nd and for me that's the longest dry spell since I moved to Southern Cal in 1986. The other night in Migros supermarket, somewhere between the olives and the sheep cheese I saw what looked like tortillas and I decided to take matters into my own hands. The tortillas were huge, about three feet in diameter, and super thin but I figured the kids would get a charge out of rolling burritos in tortillas that nearly cover the table. 

Sam was second happiest about
the prospect of Mexican food.

First stop, chicken breasts, no problem. Plenty of onions and garlic to go around in Turkey so no problem there either. Black beans versus pinto beans is always a question to savor...but not at Migros. Kidney beans would have to do but I think what the heck. Salsa? Can't find that either but maybe I can chop up more onions, jalapeno peppers and cilantro to give it an authentic zing. OK, negatory on the jalapenos and cilantro but there are plenty of peppers available so I figured we could get by.

At home I mashed up the kidney beans with the idea that refrying kidney beans may do the trick i.e. infusing enough onion and garlic could change them. By this stage it's pretty clear I'm jonesin' bad for Mexican food and will let nothing get in the way, especially not common sense. A few hours later, with the kids finally gathered around the Mexican feast, Jasmine says she smells cinnamon and holds up one of the tortillas which we conclude must be a giant phyllo dough crepe of some sort. Guess I hadn't noticed that smell before but it was hard to avoid once Jasmine planted the thought. 

The kids were polite but it was a quiet dinner marked by steady chewing and no seconds. For the record, fajitas made by substituting crepes for tortillas, kidney beans for black beans and tomato sauce for salsa taste fairly predictably like kidney-bean-and-tomato-sauce crepes with a hint of cinnamon, no matter how many onions you add.