When I was young, my dad used to make the most amazing burritos. He'd fill them with beans, cheese, onions, jalapenos, black olives (an odd one I know), meat and/or rice if we had any leftover in the fridge, salsa, sour cream, avacado... The list goes on. Throughout college I would beg my dad to make them when I came home for holidays and school breaks. They're THAT good. But then I thought, why not make them myself so I can share with all my friends how amazing my dad's burritos are!! When I finally decided to grow up and stop eating fast food or microwave dinners every night, I decided to test the waters and see if everyone else thought my dad's burritos were as great as I think they are. I let my roommate know we'd be having burritos for dinner and I set to work preparing all the ingredients and heating up the stove. But when I set down the burritos in front of my hungry guests, they all looked slightly perplexed. Perhaps I should have mentioned that my dad doesn't make the standard burritos you get from any Mexican food place. These monstrosities are filled with far too many ingredients to be wrapped up tight in a tiny tortilla. Not to mention they are browned on the stove top so the tortilla is firm and a bit crunchy. Although hesitant, they all dug in with a knife and fork (the only way to really eat them without getting the fillings all over your lap). Of course they were a HUGE hit!! Everyone that's tried them has fell in love. But they did had just one suggestion: It really can't be called a burrito. Sure it's filled with all the standard burrito ingredients, but it's folded in half and browned like a tortilla. This crazy creation definitely needed a name all it's own. And so marked the birth of the term quesaritto. So chop up some veggies and warm up the refried beans because tonight you should definitely try one for yourself.
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