Originally Posted by Leukybear

Yeah it's so easy too!

Relevant college story time. Back then, I frequented a grocery store where I almost always ran into this latino cashier old enough to be my mom in one way or another let it be waiting at the light or walking by and she's outside on her break. Besides that, I suppose I made a connection to her by completely surprising her with my fluent Spanish (thanks irrelevant yet brutal undergrad reqs).

So on one of these shopping trips, she saw and heavily criticized me for buying a bag of tortillas. She said that she will teach me and I thought she was joking at first but she was dead serious.

A trip to her apartment later, I had a godmother and learned how to make tortillas.