I've been going to the church of Mexican Food of late, and worshipping at the altar called Senior Moose. The owner Kathleen swears there's no crack cocaine in the food, but I am skeptical to say the least. I've woken up with a craving to bring the dead to life.
Because the ol' wallet is still dazed and confused from the holiday demands I've put on it, we're focusing more on home cooking. So that's why I haven't been into Senior Moose every day this week, okay? Just a couplea times. And I can quit whenever I want.
Some sperimentin' in the kitchen last night yielded some pretty good results, and I think I've come up with at least ONE dish that might take its place next to Kathleen's SEVENTY-odd others. I would write more, but I'm busy licking the pans clean. Check out the recipe for Smothered Enchiladas with Beef, Cheese and Pumpkin.