Late night refrigerator-pillaging quesadilla!

Now what could be the motivation for a dish like this? Well, quite honestly, there wasn’t one, I just had the munchies reeeallllyyy baaadd last night and I spied with my little eye a package of tortillas and a hot dog…the rest was all just a happy accident of late night kitchen chaos! Don’t underestimate the power of a few frosty brews to inspire the need to acquire some yummy-foods with a quickness! With that in mind, here is what happened last night, about 10:30 pm in my kitchen…It was all over by 10:40.

In the small village of frostyville, the poor hot dog wasn’t doing anything to anyone. He was just sitting there in his package, flirting shamelessly with the sassy Dijon mustard container, when out of nowhere a big hulking ogre snatched him and chopped him up (on the bias) in front of everyone. Panic ensued in the refrigerator village, but none were safe from the ravenous giant. “Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum, I got the munchies and I needs me some….good eats” Yelled the giant as he snatched an entire package of tortillas that tried to take refuge behind the apple juice bottle. Tortillas, Hotdogs, the poor package of shredded cheese, the last of the cilantro crop, and a hapless avocado all were taken by the giant ogre man who reeked of Samuel Adams Pils beer. By the time the mayo jar and the sliced onion defense force could organize, the attack was over and nothing could be done…

The giant slathered the tortilla with some melted butter, tossed on the other ingredients, and broiled them in his Mt. Doom signature series mountain fortress broiler until everything was a heap of bubbling, melty deliciousness. Then the giant tossed in the avocado which had been mercilessly cut into chunks, folded over the tortilla on itself, brushed it with more butter and tossed on some more cheese and broiled it AGAIN until it was lightly browned.

At this point, the giant cut his meal into pieces and enjoyed a feast of good eats. The melty cheese, salty sausage hot dog, creamy avocado, perky cilantro and slightly crisped tortilla all melted in the giant’s maw, driving away his midnight hunger and helped him drift off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the inhabitants of frostyville are all sleeping with one eye open, Mayo jar and the sliced onion stand guard over the crisper drawer, watching…waiting..and preparing for the next attack.

485 to go!