Enchiladas.
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word,
enchiladas? Mexican food? That sounds good? Or maybe even what the heck is
that? Well, to me, when I hear that word I think of Christmas. A time where my
sister, mother, and I get together to face the long strenuous task of making
the enchiladas. This is all a really amazing memory that I have kept close to
my heart since I was little.
My
grandma would always have Christmas dinner at her place. The family would go
over and just spend time together. I remember playing with my brother and
sisters in the living room while, my mom and grandma would sit at the kitchen
counter making the enchiladas. Of course at the time we didn’t know how hard
that task would be. My grandma would tell us to come over and show us children
how to make them, with her. We couldn’t do it as well as she could but we still
tried. But when my grandmother past
away, my mom took over the responsibility of making and hosting Christmas for
all of her children and grandchildren. It was a hugh difference and also a huge
change as well. But we all made it through with the memories of the past
Christmas’ and bringing those memories to the present with a new generation.
With all the same traditions that have been handed down from generation to
generation.
We
start the process early in the morning, my sister comes over and she makes the
red chile for the enchiladas, while the chili is simmering on the stove you can
smell the hot spices lingering in the air. Then we have a cup of coffee and
talk for a little while and maybe have some breakfast. We go over all that
needs to be done and see if we have enough of all the ingredients before we get
started making the enchiladas.
Which
would consists of: red chili powder, cheese, chicken, oil, water, flour, corn
tortillas, onions, and a heaping bowl of Christmas Eve day making this food.
Next comes putting it all together. We get really excited at this part because
we know that the task is almost over. The red chili has a certain smell to it,
it’s a smell that I can’t quite but my finger on. Maybe sweet, or sour with a
little bit of the hot smell. We make these every year and you would think that
we would not argue about how it should be done or if my way is the right way or
my sisters’ way is the right way but we still do year after year, not that one
way is better than the other it just happens. After we realize what we are
doing we laugh about it and have fun while making the enchiladas.
Finally
when everything is done and put away, we relax and wait till Christmas to eat
them. When we do eat them we warm them up, add pork green chili, lettuce,
tomatoes, and if people want more cheese. The final product is so good, you
could smell them a mile way. The chili blends together to make the perfect
taste, along with the tortilla that cools your mouth when the chili is so hot.
Most of all, having my family seated all over the house eating the food that we
all love so much. That’s what’s so memorable about enchiladas. We only eat them
once a year, together as a family, and only on Christmas Day too.
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