That man I live with likes to say that my pupusas taste like a hot brick.
He is also the individual who thinks cookie dough tastes like a ball of wet sand. So clearly we can not trust him. But I just played this song and he was into it. So I’ll keep him.
Seriously tho. He actually liked these. And I loved them because I’m such a masa lover. I have every intention of googling “every dish you can possibly make with masa” and then working my way through that list. Or perhaps ordering a masa cookbook. I love the stuff.