The manager brought in some food she made (since she lives alone now – long story – she gets bored and then makes dishes that could feed at least a dozen people). I thought it was a smothered burrito casserole and so did another girl working with me, but it turns out it’s enchiladas.
We both kind of looked at each other and laughed because that didn’t even occur to us. I mean, who makes enchiladas with flour tortillas?
Apparently people from Ohio, that’s who.
If you want to hear another story of “white girl enchiladas,” my mom (also from Ohio) makes an “enchilada casserole” that’s basically a shredded chicken lasagna that uses a green enchilada sauce/sour cream mixture instead of tomato sauce and ricotta, and corn tortillas in place of lasagna noodles. It’s tasty and easy to make, but she doesn’t even bother rolling the enchiladas.
I would totally eat that with no regrets, but I’m also the odd duck in my family who doesn’t like the standard enchilada red sauce but I’m pretty sure I bleed green chile.
The Obsessive Dilettante 