Chilaquiles - "chee-lah-KEE-lays" - Translated: Very good hangover food.
What happens when you're fresh outt've queso fresco? You adapt. That's what.
This particular morning back in June (29th to be exact), I was definitely feeling the effects of a fun Saturday night come Sunday morning. (I use the term "fun" very loosely. I keep it loose as a goose, usually. This particular said Saturday night was no exception) Anyways, allow me to set the scene.
I woke up. I was hungover. I had chilaquiles on the brain and by the end of the morning, I had a chicken tortilla soup of sorts in my belly. Maybe I'll blog someday about a "proper" chilaquiles cooked in my kitchen. Maybe not. Mysteries - Keeping life exciting & new.
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