A Taste of Nostalgia

I'm on break from school again, until Monday. Albeit short, I've vowed to make it sweet. Tonight my roommate placated my request for albondigas for dinner, and I thought it would be the cherry on top to make a batch of homemade tortillas. It was my first time making tortillas anywhere but my nana's house, and I have to admit, they didn't come out perfect (or perfectly round), but they were surprisingly edible.

We experimented a little with the thickness, the cooking time on the comal, and palota techniques. At one point, I even used an O'Doul's can to roll out the tortillas while Cassie used the rolling pin. Still the effort put in to making these treats was how I always remembered - lots of hard work with a wonderful, soft tasty reward.
Even Hector got his hands in the flour!