When I first took my husband Steve home to meet my family, one of the meals Mom made was flautas. She presented us with a mountain of flautas, and Steve being from California called them “taquitos.” And we all said, “No, FLAUTAS!” Well you would have thought he had committed a cardinal sin (which in our home he had)—we call our rolled and deep-fried tacos flautas. Mom’s flautas are the best
