So, the other day, I saw a link to firehouse chicken enchiladas on Flower Patch Farm Girl's blog and quickly added it to the growing list of things she's cooked that I have to try. I'm such a follower. Anyway, I couldn't find the green enchilada sauce in the one stop light town I live on the outskirts of. And I didn't put in the black olives, so I guess aside from the half a pound of cream cheese, my chicken enchiladas are really nothing like firehouse enchiladas.
At this point, I've added half a block of cream cheese to my shredded chicken + taco seasoning and water and am not sure I should use the whole 8 oz. That seems like an awful lot of cream cheese.
What the heck, I like living dangerously.
Creamy, spicy, chicken-y goodness just waiting to be wrapped in a flour tortilla and smothered with more cheese.
I really should have made a salad, to offset the bad-for-you-ness of this cheesy pile of fat and cholesterol, but like I said before, I like to live dangerously.
I opened a can of corn instead.