But when a recipe for Tamale Pie stared up at me from the paper, I thought, hmm -- Mexican.
I poured some green molé sauce (from a grocery store in Mexico, bought when we were there in March) over top of the chicken and started gathering things for the 'pie'.
Turns out I was missing a few of the ingredients, so I improvised with what was on hand. Really, I wasn't about to drive or walk to the store to get a bit of corn and cilantro. Somehow I knew we'd survive, especially when the Dear Man started chopping jalapeno peppers and popping them into the oven too.
With some fresh tomatoes, lettuce and a squished-up avocado, it's a feast, maybe even a fiesta!