Last night I made these awesome enchiladas for dinner. Seriously, I know that any list of ingredients that includes a "cream of" soup is often times dodgy, but these were awesome.
Or at least so awesome that we ate them without complaint. And on a Wednesday, what more can you ask for?
It's a darn good thing that Gary likes Mexican food. Because, frankly, I love it, and I eat it all the time, and if I had my way our weekly schedule of meals (that I force him to sit down and discuss every Sunday...) would look like this:
I didn't make him dinner for the first 7 months of our relationship. Honestly. I went all out the first time with Chicken Parmigiana, and ever since then I've been attempting to fatten him up, Eastern European Grandma style.
He's definitely not getting any fatter. I think I'm doing it wrong.
It's one of my few (ha) life goals to be as good of a cook as my mother is. We'll see how that pans out. All I hope for on a regular basis is just to not kill anyone.
We're having the Chapmans over for dinner on Saturday, I'm making chicken cordon bleu, Saskatchewan-style, and I'm feelin' the pressure. Because while I have a stomach of steel, it would be really unfortunate to kill one's boyfriend and one's closest friends, all in one go.
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