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heyo. just dropping this off for La Snaps! i think it was a request from a few weeks ago. rick bayless is awesome. (sorry for the long post). back to the peaceful outer threads. 🙂

Chilaquiles Verdes
– serves 6 –

Adapted from Mexico One Plate at a Time by Rick Bayless.

Ingredients
12 ounces thick homemade-style tortilla chips, or equivalent corn tortillas baked or fried to make chips
2 pounds tomatillos, husked and rinsed
2 jalapeno or 4 serrano chiles, stemmed
2 tablespoons vegetable or olive oil
1 medium white onion, sliced 1/4-inch thick
4 garlic cloves, peeled and finely chopped
2/3 cup Mexican crema, or substitute creme fraiche or cream
3 cups chicken stock, or substitute vegetable stock or water
1/2 cup chopped fresh cilantro, or 3 tablespoons chopped fresh epazote
4 ounces (about 1 cup) grated Mexican melting cheese, or substitute Monterey Jack

Procedure
1. Arrange the tomatillos and green chiles under a very hot broiler and cook, turning occasionally, until roasted and blackened in spots, about 10-12 minutes. Transfer everything to a blender and blend into a smooth purée.

2. In a large pot or dutch oven, heat the oil over medium and cook the onion until golden, about 7 minutes. Add the garlic and cook an additional minute, then pour in the tomatillo purée. Bring to a boil, then stir in the broth and crema. Season to taste with salt, then add the cilantro or epazote and bring back to a boil. Turn off the heat.

3. In the meantime, preheat the oven to 400°F. Arrange the chips on a 13×9 baking dish, then pour the sauce over them, pressing the chips gently to ensure they are covered in sauce. Sprinkle the cheese over the top and bake until bubbling and slightly brown on the edges, about 15 minutes. Serve immediately before the chips go soggy.

My mom had me at 33 and my sis at 26. No wonder sis is mentally superior :o). Rob, you are an answer to all my world questions.

i LOVE those can’t figure out who their baby daddy is shows. they test like guy # 20 and maury’s all he’s not the father and he dances and hoots and hollers on stage and she runs into the green room hysterically screaming and crying and the audience all screams **$*#$ #**#$8 #$**#. it’s literally like every other episode of maury.

*rob*

rob, ouch, my mother was most likely drunk when we (twins) were conceived and hungover at birth, let alone being 35!

“And even better yet, be undecided as to whom the father is.”

Sure-fire way to be booked as a guest on Maury.