Something noteworthy happened today: I made dinner! I know for most people, that is nothing extraordinary. But for me it is. I actually like to cook, and I think I'm pretty good at it. There just never seems to be time. During the week, I don't get home until after 6pm, so dinner is whatever we can warm up quickly. On the weekends, we typically eat out or at family's.
But today, we had no where to go for Sunday dinner, so I got the chance to actually cook. I made enchiladas with extra chilis and green sauce, black beans, and homemade tortilla chips dipped in fresh chipotle salsa with extra cilantro. It was delicious. Bryn with her love of spice was in heaven, and out-ate me. Even G ate quite a bit.