South Texas baked flautas
One time when I was passing through Del Rio, I spotted a charming restaurant on the outskirts of town. Feeling hungry, I decided to stop for lunch. When I walked inside, the place was empty except for two women rolling silverware. Usually, that’s not a good sign but there was an inviting aroma of tomatoes, jalapeños, and fried corn tortillas. The women smiled at me and since the room had a friendly feel, I asked if they were still open and they said yes.
After taking a seat at a table by the window, one of the women . . .
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