Today was one of those non-stop days where everything was just go, go, go. I should feel completely and utterly exhausted but I don’t. The main reason, I think, is because most of the afternoon was spent in cooking some delicious enchiladas – three big pans full – to take to some families in our ward (church) whose mothers have had surgery recently. Their families are being taken care of and a list was passed around on Sunday for volunteers to sign up to bring meals over. Speaking from past experience of being the recipient of many meals (this also happens whenever someone has a new baby) I knew the regular stand-bys of lasagna, tuna noodle casserole, or Chicken and Rice just wasn’t going to cut it. I hate when we get those meals or a variation of them for a whole week straight. In and of themselves they are yummy but collectively as a group, over and over again…..blech.
My daughters and I made the trek into town to deliver dinner. We were greeted at each house rather politely but I could tell by the looks on their faces the families were afraid to look and see what we’d brought over. I wish you could have seen how quickly their faces changed when I said, “I hope you like Mexican food. I call these half-authentic Chicken Enchiladas since I’m only half Mexican.” POUNCE! The dishes were whisked away in a heartbeat with exclamations of “We LOVE Mexican food!” One grateful hug and thank you was all it took to let me know we had SCORED!
All this to make you wait until tomorrow to get the recipe for the Enchiladas. 😀