I am both immensely proud and unbelievably staggered to introduce a guest blog by my chap (the other half of Food4two) His role is usually just the eating part – and the clearing up, never cooking. Following many disasters in the kitchen, from melting equipment to burning sausages to a cinder and putting raw onion into a tomato sauce with meatballs, he has been all but banned from the kitchen. But please read on to see he has found a minor talent in the kitchen – and in fact a talent for writing. Will….over to you
The Quesadilla made by Will is not a dish to be eaten in polite company, oozing and dripping with deliciousness as I tentatively place it in my mouth (edit- shovel it in my mouth). Today was the first time I ran 10k and I have to say for the last 10 minutes of it I was solely concerned with what culinary delight I was going to reward myself with when I got home. Anyone that knows me will tell you that ‘culinary delight’ is not the phrase people might use after sampling my cooking. For, you see, six years of living with a foodie girlfriend that always takes charge in the kitchen has robbed me of the chance to learn any cooking skills (read: I am too lazy to bother) and I am only now just getting a grasp of the basics. Whilst running I immediately hankered for a big plate of Rapid Ragu being a fan of Nigella’s recipes. Yes the Rapid Ragu got me though the pain and near blindness of over one hour of running and past the finish line.
However it was not to be, on calling the girlfriend to consult on the matter (whilst staving off the hunger by munching a Claire produced oaty energy bar) I was instructed that we were having pasta tonight and there was no way I could have pasta TWICE in a day. Thus I was denied my ragu. Tempted as I was to prove her wrong and show I could eat my body weight in carbohydrate I began flicking though Nigella Express. I settled on Quesadillas. So, after the obligatory dash round the supermarket for the necessary provisions I set to it.
Ingredients all lined up neatly on the worktop, pan heating up and a nice pack of Serrano ham from Murcia in front of me ready to be devoured. I mulled over how best to do it and settled on simply doing it as quickly as possible so the first would still be hot when the last hit the plate. I layed out the Serano ham over the tortilla then smothering with hot salsa and hot jalapeños, countered with a big dollop of sour cream and two handfuls of cheese. One minute cooking each side and they were done. Coincidentally they also took one minute each to eat.
The main downside was using a flat pan so I missed out on the cool black lines (I would have used a George Foreman but that was chucked after I managed to melt the plastic cover in my great Foreman-grilling disaster of winter 2010). The next, if you could call it a problem, was that I had drastically overfilled the tortilla to the point of near structural failure. The salsa was leaking out and sizzling on the pan, but not to worry as in the end they all tasted great and done the job of filling me up. I was very happy with the Quesadillas with all their cheesy-creamy- salsa oozing action, and myself for undertaking such a momentous task unsupervised by the missus.