Thursday, June 28, 2012

Italian(?) Enchiladas

I had just spent the past weekend living it up in that one place, where concrete jungles bring red dreams tomatos. 

[In case you didn't get it, it's New York. NEW YOOOOoOoOOORRRRKKKKKKKKK!!]

Yes, I was busy being high off life, between the hours of 11 am to 5 am the next day, New York is just that awesome. Honestly, I think it's the only thing the East Coast has going for it.

And the food (and boys...) , yuuuuUUUUUuuuum! I still can't wrap my mind around all the model-esque-not-a-hair-out-of-place girls that seem to dominate the New York scene. Do you only inhale celery sticks for dinner? When there is literally an ice cream truck on every block? Is this real life? Someone should have made this an X-Files episode, because none of this is making sense, and all of it is making me bitter.

At least I got to eat to my hearts content. And boy did my heart (and tummeh) enjoy it.

But this blog isn't about pretzel croissants, or fruity sake, or 5 star italian food, or orgasmic cupcakes. or belgian waffle trucks; it's about my cooking.

Like, my enchiladas. 

Maybe it's the San Diego in me, but the idea of vegetarian mexican food just seems very counterintuitive. But I guess if everyone thought that way, we wouldn't have today's greatest modern inventions. You know, like the snuggie? (A blanket with sleeves? NOBEL PRIZE)

So, here we are.

Being a thoroughbred San Diegan, my blood is practically made with sour cream and guacamole. Mexican food is as much to my culture as going to rehab at least once is to most up and coming tween celebs. You can't have one without the other.

And although these enchiladas don't come anywhere close to the godly Roberto's California Burrito (you just can't bake the brisk sea breeze on your face and the smell of salty, roaring waves with the soft sand beneath your toes into an enchilada. #nostalgia), I hope I did my hometown justice all the same.

Difficulty: 4.7 -just some simple stir frying of veggies that were then wrapped into a tortilla and baked with more cheese
Willingness to make again: 9
Over-all: 8.5
1. More cheese should have gone on the inside of the enchiladas I think. No such thing as too much cheese.
2. We didn't have salsa. Womp.

So we improvised by trying to use the rest of our pizza sauce and dumping lime juice and hot sauce into it. What we got was really spicy pizza sauce, hence the title of my post.

IMPROV! #shouldhaveboughtsalsa

 I wish I could say I was deliberately symbolizing cultural peace...and globilization...blah blah blah...Ok you know what, shit just got really deep real fast. I'll save this for when I have to go back in time and write an AP World History essay. The point is, while the sauce didn't taste bad I think it would have been better if we had salsa.

But speaking of the blending of cultures, what better example than our our favorite mexican chica dressed as a medieval european princess? Snaps for you, Dora, YOU are the spitting image of world peace.

And okay, completely unrelated (I don't think this will EVER be related to anything EVER), but does anyone else look at this picture and want to pee themselves? Because I can't. get. enough. This picture makes me laugh like a rabid hyena, but in the best way possible. Honestly, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE. It gets funnier as I am looking at it. I feel like I could dedicate an entire blog to this picture. This picture just might be my life. Okay,  I just had to share, but I'll promise to stop if you promise not to put me into a psych ward. 

But seriously, you rock Dora. You freaking bad-ass you, you rock my world. 

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