Spanish, no speak

 I can't speak, understand, nor read a lick of Spanish.  I absolutely hate it when I'm at a Mexican restaurant because I love the food, but it takes me an interpreter and twelve minutes to comprehend 'chicken burrito.'  Stick with the cheese quesadillas people.

So when I went grocery shopping with Evan, I thought it would be easy to pick out tortillas.  However, the brand that I usually buy was gone.  Being the indecisive person I am, I had Evan grab package and make sure it was flour.  I thought nothing of it.  

Later that week I opened up package and slapped some peanut butter on it.  As I chewed I thought "geez, this is really doughy."  As I looked over the package I didn't understand anything because it was all in Spanish.  As the week went on, the tortillas started to disappear.  Finally I was on my last one and in my usual classy cooking style I made another peanut butter tortilla and sat at the table still trying to figure out the Spanish package.  Finally, I flipped it over.  Ever so small in the corner was …

WARNING: DO NOT EAT RAW.  DO NOT MICROWAVE.  Bake in oven for 12 minutes at 350*.  

SERIOUSLY!!! I was eating raw dough all week long!  I had tried to make a heated chicken tortilla in the microwave too, which meant I made the yeast more alive!  Although I was relieved to know why had a slight stomachache during the week.  But seriously, how can I expect to become domesticated when I now have to learn other languages just to buy tortillas.