Tim was in the mood for enchiladas and since we were in the grocery store that caters to the Hispanic population I thought it would be a good place to get some enchilada sauce.
I understood “salsa, roja, and figured ‘medio’ met medium heat. I always buy ‘medium’ salsa so thought this would be a good choice. I had not made enchiladas before but I had watched “The Pioneer Cooking Woman’s” show the day before and she had made enchiladas. I had dvr’d the show so I could replay it and follow her instructions. No problem. I had the ground beef, the tortillas and my “medio salsa roja sauce”. I opened the enchilada sauce, added ingredients per the recipe, cooked up the ground beef, assembled the tortillas and then thought I would taste the sauce to see if it needed anything. Holy Moley! Mother of fire! Get me water, milk, wine! What am I going to do? Tim said, “It can’t be that hot…let me taste it.” He took a spoonful, looked at me, eyes watering, and said, “What are you going to do?” I started with adding a can of tomato paste, then tomato sauce, dumped in some salsa (that was the dumbest thing I did since it was “medium salsa”), added some sugar, stared at it for awhile waiting for enlightenment, and finally added a can of tomato soup. I couldn’t add anything else without pouring it all into another pot. Decided it was as good as it was going to get. The filled tortillas went into a casserole, I ladled in the sauce and topped it with as much cheddar cheese as I could get on it. Here’s the verdict. Tim said it was the best enchiladas he’s ever had. I thought they were horrible. I’m sticking with Taco Bell.
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You just made me laugh.
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