On Sundays I usually make the best dinner and sometimes even make dessert. This last Sunday wasn’t the exception. The best part was that dinner took me under 20 minutes to complete… And no, you don’t need a grill to cook steaks.
Living in Texas has many advantages, one of them is its diverse cuisine. In Panama, we don’t eat many of the Mexican dishes that you find here. So, I learned a lot about Mexican cuisine with my husband – who is of Mexican descent – and by visiting different Mexican and Tex-Mex restaurants here in Houston.
Luckily the first time that I decided to make enchiladas, my husband was home; and wiling to teach me how he learned to make them from a cousin.
It’s an easy recipe because you don’t have to make the sauce or tortillas from scratch. Quite frankly, I don’t know if I am that talented. Though, I would not mind trying my hand at it and learning something new.
To make these easy enchiladas, I cooked, seasoned and shredded chicken breasts. Then mixed the shredded chicken with cheese.
Last week I made a chicken stuffed French bread, a new family favorite. I stumbled across this recipe a few months ago, and have made it a few times since. The recipe calls for some simple ingredients; chicken, bacon, cheese, mayo, sour cream… Most of these ingredients you probably already own, no need for a grocery trip.
First, I cooked a chicken breast. Yes one breast was enough because I used one small loaf. I’m also only feeding two adults and two kids who are very lightweight eaters. This step took me about 25 minutes but you can cut the prep and cook time if you buy chicken that is already shredded (I have purchased this at Kroger before). Or use left over shredded chicken.
As you are getting to know me, you’ll realize that I cook a lot. Especially, if you follow me on Instagram, where I will usually post videos and photos of what I’m making for the day.
I truly enjoy cooking! Even on days that I have no idea what to make and feel like I’m in an episode of Chopped; as I scramble to make dinner for my husband, six year old, myself (and sometimes my one year old). You see, the one year old is one picky eater, I feed her of course, but sometimes it takes multiple offerings for her to agree to even taste what I’ve cooked. And most times, she realizes I was offering a tasty meal anyway.