Cemitas, Chilaquiles and Fart Cakes

I have finally met a man whose appetite for Mexican food rivals even my own. We've been doing a lot of cooking at home. (A, like, totally trippy plate of stuffed mushroom cap, polenta and leeks happened, as well as some seriously heavy pasta alfredo and bake-at-home pizzas to which we add an immodest amount of pizzazz). As for Mexican cookery, well, there are no highlights- It's all solid gold in my book. Nacho-mageddon was just the beginning.

(edit Note from the future- this is extremely inaccurate) We made Cemitas, or for those of you uncomfortable with foreign words, "Mexican sloppy Joes." Chihuahua cheese melted on the bottom bun to prevent sogginess, then meat (fake meat if you're into that), chipotles, lettuce and avocado. Top bun. Seasoning the meat was where I screwed it up. The chipotles came in an adobo sauce that I thought would be good to simmer the steak in. Turned out face-meltingly spicy, but nonetheless genital-tingling tasty. Food photography is not my strong point, but please enjoy the shiny sleaze of the pictures provided.

I don't know what took me so long to try chilaquiles. We didn't make them in the traditional way (soak the chips in salsa until they get soft) because I like crunchy foods. Are you buying bagged tortilla chips? ARE YOU?!? Make your own, because they are amazing and only take about a minute to fry. (Pro tip- take 'em out of the oil when you feel them getting hard but are still pale to prevent overcooking!) Okay, make your beans and rice, and shred some iceberg lettuce. If you're feeling fancy, maybe some tomato, onion, and guac. This is your healthy garnish. While the tortillas are cooling on paper towels, scramble some eggs, and smother them in red or green salsa and a sprinkling of cilantro, green chilies and cheese. Toss or layer them with your chips and POW! Put them in your mouth.

And finally, the only thing better than coming home after work to a clean kitchen is coming home after work to a clean kitchen AND and a Funfetti cake that says FART.