When I was a young kid living in El Paso, Texas, my friend Jesus Herrera and I would walk home from school and stop at his house. I loved going to his place because of the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen and the large stack of fresh flour tortillas sitting on the stove warming. We'd each grab a tortilla, slather it with butter, and proceed to drip butter all over the kitchen floor. This is the recipe!

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