Eric and I just realized that we’ve been giving Charlotte way too much fluoride. For like a year. We’re supposed to give her a drop…not a dropper full. Parents of the Year Award right here. (I swear there are no instructions on the bottle. The pharmacist just happened to mention it this time.) I wasn’t too worried about it until I looked up “fluoride overdose” and the first hit’s list of symptoms said, “Abdominal pain…abnormal taste…heart attacks…” No big deal, right? You can use this as evidence in court if Charlotte drops dead anytime soon.
Don’t you love it when you deep fry food and then get to smell it in your hair the rest of the day? I just love smelling like a taco truck. Let’s be honest, it’s pretty much always worth dealing with a cloud of oil floating in your vicinity when the perks include doughnuts or churros or these Chicken Flautas. I made these for Eric’s birthday last week. And again yesterday. Because sometimes one batch of deep fried deliciousness isn’t enough for one week. Eric used to live in Mexico and got to eat food like this every day. He was so happy I made this I thought he was going to cry into his pico de gallo. Eat these! Then go work out!!
Source: The Complete Mexican, South American, and Caribbean Cookbook, by Jane Milton, Jenni Fleetwood, and Marina Filippelli