Enchiladas; or Back to My Roots

Last night I went back to my roots. I made enchiladadas with R!'s assistance. Frankly I feel a little bad because you, dear reader, cannot share in the experience. Pictures and words can only do so much. Lets just say, it was one of my finer enchilada moments. To pick up where KRF left off, eating out is an enjoyable experience. But creating your own kick-ass food is delightful as well. I would like to bring up one small caveat centered on smell. One must be careful with cooking choices and their consequences, especially the day-after smell. The scent of enchiladas fades rather quickly... anything made with curry, however, lingers like a visitor that doesn't know when to leave.

Oh. One more thing. Wine goes with just about anything. But that's just me.


kungfuramone said...

E, one of the many things I love about you is that you're such a friggin' wino.

In solidarity,

Dolce Vita said...

You're both right about eating out and about cooking and staying in. I want to add that one of the best parts of cooking-in is colaborative cooking followed by dining with friends. Add in some wine and - perfection!