| | | I used to live in a big student flat and one of us was a Spaniard with a big frying pan who saved our lives and delighted our palates on a regular basis with
tortillas de patatas, simple potato and onion omelettes. We were hungry and poor. They were cheap, easy, scrumptious and one went a long long way, tasting even better cold on the second day. I thought a tortilla was just a Mexican pancake till Juan showed me the Spanish version. Out of my great beneficence, I have sought you out a recipé. |
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