this is why I fucking came home.
Notice the missing blanket of cheese? The homemade sauce of dried chilies? the thinness of it? It’s not some bullshit out of a fucking can. The tortillas are dipped in a spicy tomato sauce then fried in a pan. Chicken is already cooked and shredded, still hot when it is placed in a just fried tortilla and rolled. The edge of the tortilla is just barely beginning to brown leaving a crunchy ring while the rest remains soft with spicy tomato flavors cooked right in to it. Topped with that sprinkle of queso fresco. I took this picture before I topped it off with some onions that had been soaked in lime juice.
Do you even begin to understand why this is so fucking good? You are lucky if you find this in a fucking restaurant. This is a fucking enchilada motherfucker. This is what makes mexican food, fucking details. Not just fucking 1+2+3 slop on a plate with cheese and mexi sauce. This is shit that you will almost never seen a cook book, shit you have to be fucking taught and that you have to perfect. The craziest part is that for all the shit I give my mother she still doesn’t realize just how talented she is at this. I can’t do it and she whipped these up like it’s fucking nothing.
as much as I hate coming home these make it worth it, hands down the best shit my mom ever fucking makes.
yes I’m reblogging myself but man there is a fucking point. If you know me and you have ever talked to me about food chances are I have told you about this.