Enchiladas

I make pretty good enchiladas. (I'm just sayin'.) My momma taught me. She makes better beans than me, though. Which is ok, because Mike really just likes refried beans out of the can, so it's only me who misses out.

But enchiladas are a lot of work. It takes time and lots of pots and pans with grease flying all over. Enchilada sauce stains pretty bad, too. And they're one of the cheapest things on the menu at most Mexican restaurants.

But sometimes...sometimes it's worth it. They're really good. And there's a definite sense of accomplishment when it's done. And Mike is always appropriately gleeful when I make them.

So, I guess I'll go clean up the kitchen now...