My Remarkable Juvenile Memories of Quesadillas

My dad and my uncle strived as engineers and for quite some time, they were both commissioned in Mexico City. My dad often took me to their office and while he talked to the workers and inspected the blueprints, my uncle toured me around the awesome Mexican capital. When I was a child, the Sunday afternoon drives within the city with my uncle were incomplete, unless we bought a couple of tasty quesadillas. We often chanced upon a vendor in the street vending quesadillas for a very low price. Every time I threw tantrums in the middle of their task, my uncle soothed me by promising to buy me as much quesadillas as I want. The tasty food has an bizarre effect on me, up to now that I'm all grown.

I fancied watching quesadillas being arranged by the street vendors. They started by mixing arranged meats, cheese, and peppers, then they put the ingredients in a tortilla. The tortilla is then crinkled to coat the stuff, and the quesadilla is fried. My uncle and my dad choose the toasted quesadillas, as the brothers were particular about their cholesterol intake. While my uncle told me to wait 'till we get back to the office before I eat the quesadilla, I just couldn't help but eat the tasty snack while I laid back on the passenger seat, enjoying the awesome sights in the city.