I just made myself a ACDC-style quesadilla this evening, as made by Will. All I needed was some brown rice and some sour cream and several people to help me stack dishes in an absurd convoluted contraption in the center of the table, and it would have been complete. I didn't realize how much I missed them. You try living off the things for four years, and then not eating them for three. Here, for those of you who know what an ACDC quesadilla taste like, is a memory.