This tuna salad flatbread wrap has become a favorite of my better half’s, and it came to be purely by mistake. Well, let me explain, all the ingredients did not fall out of the refrigerator and land on a flatbread, we put them there, but this wrap was the result of, shall we say, celebrating a little too much one night and coming home in the wee hours famished, needing food RIGHT THEN.

Okay. My better half has strong opinions about pimento cheese. He puts it on everything. Not just celery. Not just crackers. Sometimes I think he’d marry it, if our state allowed marrying food. Me, not so much. So while he went straight for the P.C. I, on the other hand, reached in the refrigerator for some tuna salad and our last flatbread, slapping it on the counter. When my back was turned, as I continued to browse my options, my better half had spread the pimento cheese all over my flatbread. He thought it was for him! My eyes got really, really wide. Oh no! My lip began to quiver.

We were stronger than this. We could survive anything, right? He decided he had to get creative; instead of scraping it off, he suggested we compromise and make something new. Why not add the tuna salad to the already besmirched flatbread? Um, okay, I guess. And, hey, while we’re at it, why not some of these pickled jalapeños from last night’s nachos? Yeah, why not? And then, probably because I was feeling guilty or craving water, we added some shredded iceberg lettuce for a little crunch. We had to hydrate, after all. Things got a little crazy that night.

If it was horrible, well then, we’d go to bed without snacking. We cut the flatbread in half, brought it to our lips simultaneously and each took a bite. But then the strangest thing happened- it was delicious! I mean, really good. We ate every last bite. We were both sorry we had to split it, it was that satisfying. The better half made it again the next day when we got home from the store, just to see if it was as good as before, in our late night condition. Oh, lord, it was! Spicy, creamy, crunchy, tuna-y, and totally a happy accident. Or destiny, like the two of us!

Amy at Flatout