When I was a kid, Mom would make buttered tortillas for us (seven of us kids) for breakfast then send us on our way to grade school. It has been a whirlwind raising my own kids. They are super picky. The older one doesn’t like tortilla with just butter. She prefers quesadillas. I’ve made a quesadilla for her once but I could never get the cheese amount exactly the way she likes it (but I think she likes it thick and gooey). She didn’t complain but she hasn’t asked me to make it again. As for my youngest, she doesn’t go near tortillas or cheese.
I like mine plain with butter just the way Mom made it.
From My Corner of the Universe 