I mentioned in a post on Sunday that I had started planning out our menu for the week. I like this because it makes knowing what to make easier, getting groceries more organized. And I’ve found it’s helping us branch out more in what we do eat. I grew up in a family that didn’t really eat much Mexican food. We’d have tacos every once in a while, but that was pretty much the extent of it. My mom isn’t a fan of salsa, and I’ve never eaten much that was too spicy. It was different when I went to my best friend’s house. It seemed we always had a Mexican dish when I was over there. Or at least something else I hadn’t tried before. We lived in Northwestern Pennsylvania. But, she was originally from Colorado.
Other than the times I was over there for dinner, I still didn’t really eat much spicy. In fact when I was pregnant with my daughter, I couldn’t eat much that was more than bland. Even water gave me heartburn. Now, with my son, I seemed to crave spicier food. I guess it’s not too much of a surprise that she likes more plain, bland foods and he will eat just about anything, especially if it’s spicy.
Last Monday we had Salsa chicken and Spanish rice for dinner. She did eat the chicken, even though I had to scrape the salsa off it. My boy however, had his chicken finished like it was nothing. I decided to stick with the Mexican theme for Mondays and we had chicken quesedillas last night. Not only was this my first time making them, but eating them as well.
I chopped up the peppers and chicken earlier in the day.
Then, tossed the chicken with fajita seasoning and threw that under the broiler. I got a lot of seasoning on some of the chicken, not so much on others. Going to have to do this differently next time.
With about a tablespoon of oil, I cooked the peppers and chicken together.
Once the peppers were soft, I put the mixture on half of a tortilla shell, layered shredded cheese, and folded the shell over.
Then, I threw the baking sheet into the oven for 10 minutes. When they came out, I cut each shell into 3 wedges. So, out of 8 shells I got 24 wedges(which I didn’t take a picture of).
When I put the leftovers in the fridge, there were 11 wedges left. The boy ate 4 of them himself. The girl finished two after saying she didn’t like them without even taking a bite. I’d call this a win.
Also, my husband’s stepmom brought us some hams, bacon, and pork chops. I baked one of the hams yesterday, and today am making some ham bone soup in the crock pot. I was just going to use the bone to make some ham stock, but wasn’t really sure what I would do with it then. And while searching for what to do with the bone, I found a recipe for ham bone soup.
I have been cooking an awful lot lately, especially for someone who rarely makes anything that doesn’t come out of a box or can.