Here's
how I kicked off the day. I thought I was going to eat classed-up
breakfast tacos, but turns out sunny side up eggs get claustrophobic in a
tortilla and run their way outta there. So it's best to just kebab the tasty textures on your fork. Those yellow things are cauliflower tortillas.
If you do a very fine chop job in the food processor (which I do not
have) this would be relatively easy. Instead, I beat the cauliflower to
death with my muddler until it was tiny enough to use as a flour
alternative- the point when cauliflower become cauliflour. I recommend not infusing the mixture with your sweat via the pioneer woman route, and using a food processor instead.
So my tortillas are not as tortilla-like as these,
but I think that goes back to my lackluster muddling skills. Just one
more instance of machine > man. They're made with a couple eggs, but
did not taste eggy at all. I'm not a big cauliflower fan, but these bore
such a striking resemblance to decadent carb cakes that I loved every
bite. I have all these preconceived ideas of the shape and sizes of
delicious things, so not sacrificing the form does a lot for me
psychologically. We'll see if they hold up when bearing the burden of
scrambled eggs or gyro meat. Not sure it can be dubbed a tortilla until
it proves its brawn.
