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Quesadillas for an Army

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I don’t know what small country Morgan thought was coming over for dinner yesterday, but here’s her stack of quesadillas. (She doesn’t use any particular recipe, just chicken and refried beans, cheese, etc.) She’s been a lot more domesticated since she got a boyfriend. He likes to cook, which has encouraged her. I’m so glad. I was starting to think I’d completely failed!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on January 3, 2013  

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  1. 1-3
    11:25
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    You may have to open TheStudio as a cafe if Morgan keeps up that production.

  2. 1-3
    11:47
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    Those quesadillas look wonderful! Is that a dedicated queso maker, or a waffle iron with changeable grates? I like it.

  3. 1-3
    1:31
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    They look do good, it’s making me want a quesadilla maker!

  4. 1-3
    7:25
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    You could never fail, Suzanne! …..Oh, you can send me the left overs! :shimmy: :hungry: :eating:

  5. 1-4
    12:48
    am

    What kind of iron is that? I really like the way the tortillas look and how evenly they cooked. Good for Morgan!

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