Saturday Replay - Sun Quesadillas

Since it is Saturday and I am essentially a lazy person, I thought I would use today to repost one of my previous entries. And since it is still hot, despite my insistence that summer is dead to me, I thought this one would be appropriate. Re-Enjoy!


Sun Quesadillas

Some people make Sun Tea. Usually, they are super fancy and like to drink liquids while holding their pinky up and wearing their monacle. But that's not me. I make tea all regular-like, with water that you boil on a regular stove and stuff. Now, don't get me wrong - I really love fancy tea parties. And I have been known to don a monacle or two in my day.

But when it comes to making things that will cook in the sun, I make Sun Quesadillas. We went swimming today, and I knew that lunchtime would come right in the middle of it. So I put together some quesadillas, wrapped them up in foil and set them by the pool to melt. When we were ready to eat, we just came out of the pool and had our delicious, melted, gooey, sun quesadillas. I am ghetto like that.


 
This just goes to show that you can take a girl out of the barrio but you can't take the barrio out of the girl. I'm kidding. I never made sun quesadillas when I lived in East L.A. I did, however, overpluck my eyebrows and wear brick red lipstick.



I'm kidding, I didn't do that either.

Comments

  1. SaraSeptember 18, 2010 at 3:05 PM

    LOL. LOL. I have seen pictures, you totally DID! BUSTED!

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  2. AiringMyLaundrySeptember 19, 2010 at 9:50 PM

    Haha!

    Now I want some tea. And a quesidilla.

    ReplyDelete

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