Jerry Davich

Metro columnist

When I was 4 years old, I first watched Carmen Amado make warm tortillas with the same ingredients her mother used — flour, lard, baking powder and warm water.

It was the summer of 1966, when my family moved next door to the Amado family in the Glen Ryan subdivision on the west side of Miller. I routinely wandered over to their home to devour Mrs. Amado’s freshly made tortillas, slathered with butter, salt and memories.

She and her husband, Celso, had three daughters, two sons and a crowded home that welcomed even more kids from the neighborhood. The last thing the Amado family needed was another young mouth to feed, yet there I was in their kitchen waiting for my share of homemade tortillas.

I didn’t realize it at the time but our street, Miller Avenue, h

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