So I know it's not Tuesday, so it's not "Tasty Tuesday" but I had the idea to make these yesterday and didn't have the ingredients. So deal.
Tonight I tried White Chicken Enchiladas. I have never eaten enchiladas, let alone made them! I'm pretty picky but am working on broadening my palette! Here's how this went down.
Tunes: Check and very important to make cooking enjoyable. Yes, I jammed to "Call Me Maybe". No, I'm not tired of that song. I love it, don't judge me.
Why did it print so that I need a magnifying glass to read it?
So I have a habit of quick 'reading' the instructions, thinking I understand and at some point in the process realize I messed up. First mistake was here, MUST HAZ ALL THE CHEEZE! Balls. I was only supposed to use 1 Cup cheese at this point. Off to a fabulous start...
That's okay, I'm frikken smart so I quick fixed it, thankfully I hadn't mixed it yet! Phew. Had you worried there, yes? Sorry, think of it as a blog cliff hanger.
My worries when doing projects like this is that I'll be really optimistic at the start and fill each one to what I feel is perfection. Then I get to the last few tortillas/noodles/whatever it is I'm filling and realize I'm out of the goods. I'll figure it out.
Balls. Well, I called it. I decided that since I was so near the end, I'd spread out what was already in the pan and just skip the last two and use them for something else. It's all good. I can be spontaneous... occasionally... rarely....
While rereading the next steps, I had a moment of immaturity when I thought the original recipe poster typed "cock". I grabbed the camera thinking it would be great for the blog when I realized my eyes are 60 and my mind is 12. Oh well, carry on.
Okay, whenever I have to cook something and be extra careful of burning I get all stressed out. This is where I start sweating and rereading the directions, preferably out loud to myself, to make sure I have it all down on what I need to do. Then I measure out the ingredients and put in order of use. The directions say to not curdle the sour cream and dammit, I WILL NOT CURDLE! So much pressure. EEK
Waiting for butter to melt is like waiting for water to boil with more room for error.
Ahhh, my cooking buddy. Bells loves when I cook as it's the perfect time for her to make sweet love to my legs.
Okay, that wasn't so bad. Nailed it.
I read that I am to let it cook for 22 minutes and broil for 3 minutes, I'm wondering how the heck I will broil it without a broiler. (That's a lot of uses of the word broil for one sentence. Broil whore.) Then I look on my stove and never realized I had a broil button! SCORE! I tend to only pay attention to what I use on a regular basis. Broil.
As it's cooking I plan to bathe my sexy self, then get distracted by the internet and then realize I have exactly 10 minutes to shower. Mission Accepted. I was out with time to spare to get these on broil (using my 'new' nifty broil button). This is the finished product. A few pieces got slightly burnt but it's all good, I like crispy.
Whenever I eat new recipes, I do a Joey Tribbiani in my head. "Cheese? Good. Chicken? Good."
Nom Rating: 4 out of 5 Noms! It's good, easy and I'll probably make it again. Just seemed to be missing a little something. I don't know what, but maybe I'll have an epiphany later. The real test is the Leftover Rating. As a spinster, I have to find good things to cook that will also be good as leftovers as I usually am eating it for the next few days. That test will be tomorrow...