Walking through the store, they sell these whole, fried corn tortillas. Like, for a tostada. They come in a stack in a bag.
Every time I see one, all I want to do is take one of those stacks and crush it. I haven't ponied up the $3 just to take one home and do it, but the urge is there just the same.
Buy them for a meal, forget them in your pantry, crush them when you remember them and they're already expired. Repeat if you managed to eat them before expiration.
This is how I accidentally fulfilled my childhood dream of crushing an entire bar of sliced bread to its minimum expression.
