comment icon 159 more comments Wait, 50? This graceful noodle-warrior is 50 years old? Let me just tell you. My dad is incredible. Being with him makes me a better person and brings calm to my heart. Alrightalrightalright. I just showed you a picture of him launching a full-scale attack with a foam noodle. But really, I promise, he is generally a calming person. When I was 5, my dad knew everything about the world. Then I turned 15. Hmmph. Now that I’m 25, I realize that my dad probably can’t know everything about the world. But I’m still pretty sure that he actually does, because he’s my dad and he’s amazing. Dad, you inspire me! Thanks for being the best. Ever. Alright. In honor of my dad who is the number one best ever, let’s talk about the number two best ever. These chicken enchiladas. I’m sototallyinlovewiththem. When I think about the 6 servings of leftover enchiladas sitting in my fridge, my heart skips a beat. They’re chicken meets salsa meets corn meets beans meets CROCKPOT. Now roll it up in a corn tortilla and top it with melted cheese, avocado, crema, and more Cotija cheese. THAT is an enchilada mountain right there. Are these still considered enchiladas if they don’t have enchilada sauce? Better question: will anyone even care because they’re so so tasty? Right on. PS. Number three best ever: you can get away with a 5-minute workout because they’re skinnay. And by 5-minute work out, I mean 5-minute raid of the chocolate chips. Conferences? NBD. Just an excuse to eat some cold enchilada leftovers in my classroom. #yum Sooo I’m realizing that I might have missed a few things that would fall somewhere between my dad and chicken enchiladas on the Best Ever list. 4.9 from 40 reviews For the crema, I just made a fake-out version with about 3 tbs. sour cream and 2 tbs. cream. I whisked it together until it was smooth, creamy, and drizzle-able. Also, I used part yellow corn and part shoepeg corn, which made the texture more interesting. Serving size for the nutrition facts is 2 enchiladas. Like my husband and my future dog. But the melted cheese has oozed its way into my brain and is blocking my ability to think about this clearly, so I think that we’re just going to go with it for today. K? Happy Enchiladaing!
