Flautas!

Ernest had a friend over for dinner (and sleep over!) last night. It was actually a playdate that started that morning and sort of morphed into a sleepover and, honestly, is still going strong up in Ernest’s room. Since I once completely traumatized this friend with a dinner I served – although he was terribly polite about it – I’m still currying favor with him and trying to convince him that the food writer’s house isn’t the worst place to eat in the whole wide world.

So I took the lads to El Metate to get tacos and horchata. I am winning him back, slowly but surely. His parents even reported recently that he mentioned the delicious “rice milk” we got one time. I, however, had had enough tacos recently, and went with the break-out order of flautas. I asked for them extra crispy and the fine folks at El Metate obliged. They top their flautas with guacamole, crema, and salsa fresca and it’s all quite pretty and with the bed of lettuce and modest size of the flautas, quite a reasonable dinner for something so crispy and crunchy.