They do messy things that result in getting very dirty.
They don’t much like to pick up after themselves.
They take great joy in pestering you.
They look at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes to fix them a sandwich because "you make is so much better, though."
And they don’t like to eat their vegetables.
Or wait... maybe this is just my husband?
In any case, Mr. Vittles has a rather short list of acceptable veggies, especially when it comes to the cooked variety.
So for that very reason, I tried to sneak the zucchini into this dish before he got home from work. But as luck would have it, he walked in just as I as I grating it.
Warily eyeballing the pile of vegetables, he demanded, “What’s all that green stuff?”
“Just bell peppers,” I said (knowing full well that was definitely not the green stuff he was referring to).
“No," he persisted, "the other green stuff.”
Argh! Caught red-handed.
(Or green-handed, as it may be?)
“It’s zucchini,” I admitted, and the look on his face told me that no matter how delicious this meal might end up being, for him it would be completely tainted by the thought of this foreign ‘green’ vegetable lurking in every bite.
But during dinner, I still asked my usual - "How is it?"
And he replied, “Alright."
Then, "It tastes kind of weird though.”
(Wait for it...)
“I think the zucchini is ruining it.”
Lastly, he threw in "And I don't like mango."
Ok, ok! I get it. I'm waving the white flag, 'Don't ever make this again,' is what you're really trying to say.
Which is a shame, because I rather liked it.
To his credit, he did eat it that night, and also for lunch the next day… but quite begrudgingly.
Thankfully, however, the recipe is easily adaptable. So if any of your family members don't like certain ingredients, or if you prefer a more 'standard' enchilada sauce, then by all means - do some experimenting.
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