So we had dinner last weekend at the eminently awesome and equally crowded Carta de Oaxaca restaurant in Ballard. It was, as ever, *really, really* good. And we sat at the bar and watched a woman spend the entire hour or so we were there doing nothing but crank out tortillas. By the end of the meal, we’d determined that we needed a tortilla press and some masa flour.

And then I found a new blog and ran across the following post about growing your own corn and turning it into tortillas. Man, I’m jealous of that climate. Where we live, corn is pretty hit or miss so growing our own isn’t a reliable option.

But in the meantime, I’ve got some beans and a beanpot waiting for that tortilla press to arrive. I love my beanpot. Also tortilla. And beans.

Pot O' Beans.

Pot O' Beans.