Tonight Grandpa and I made enchilada. This is another family recipe I got from our daughter. Grandpa was a dear and started it on his own with the intention of cooking it all by himself since I was quite sore after work today.
I always plan to make a recipe completely as written the first time and then tweak it slightly after the initial flavors are presented.
However it bugged me all day that it called for no cumin. So I had to pop into the kitchen and toss some in. And some garlic. Also it really needed some onion but by the time I got to the kitchen it was too late to caramelize the onions (Grandpa came up with that bit).
Since I wasn’t planning on cooking I hadn’t tried to photograph the process and by the time I realized I was going to be in the kitchen it was too late. It all started when Grandpa asked why the recipe didn’t call to mix the sauce and chicken together. We discussed how an even mixture of chicken to sauce would make for a better enchilada. Then the dinner was together and going in the oven and I hadn’t even taken a picture.
This is the story of my life and why I don’t blog more. Everyone knows a blog is about the pictures that go with the story. A story is a story but pictures let you be there in the story. I am forever finishing doing something and then realizing I didn’t pull my camera out one time. Hanging out with friends or family. Rarely a picture. Working on and even finishing a project? I’ve done it all and not taken one shot.
Such is the case with this dinner. It’s done, its eaten and even had seconds the next day. Still no pictures.
I’ve decided I’m not letting that stop me anymore. Even if my picture is a crappy no frills picture at the end. I’m going to write and if no one is reading, that’s ok. This is for Grandpa and me. This is for recording the little bits of life for old newlyweds.