Yeah, I know it's Tuesday. But this was yesterday's supper. Yesterday, if you recall, really was Monday.
I have created a vegetarian cook, and his name is Chef Cranky! All I had to do was say, "Gee, we haven't eaten a tortilla pie in a while."
Somebody's juices got flowing, because within a few extracurricular (shopping) moments, we had corn tortillas, orange cheddar cheese, fresh chile peppers and a bunch of cilantro in the kitchen. Tomato and onion were already on hand.
The funny thing is, chicken did not appear. I usually make tortilla pie with leftover turkey or chicken. It didn't even OCCUR to Cranky to buy meat.
He used canned refried beans.
Fine! Fine with me!
You don't wanna know how to assemble this silly dish (layers in a little casserole, moistened with vegetable broth here and there, that's basically it, and baked for half an hour). But every time I've eaten it in recent years, it has tasted like candy. My taste buds are so extensively recalibrated that good food tastes like candy. Not in a sickly way, no. Good, sweet, natural.
I'm going to say something dippy here. I love having recalibrated taste buds. I can eat canned beans now and then (and even gummi bears), and my mouth is still full of magical flavors from a newly sensitive palate. A little cheating won't hurt.
If you're interested, I'd say stop using sugar in your food. That's a good beginning.