I heart Mexican food! I mean I really love it. We seriously have something "mexican" normally like once a week at our house. And don't get my husband started on how often I choose Mexican if we go out to eat (I have a serious love for white cheese dip & chips- oh, and I'm not a snob I love Taco Bell too.) All that to say we have not had Mexican food at our house since at least early fall. The second half of my pregnancy was not conducive to anything spicy. So, last week my husband made a request for enchiladas. They are one of his favorites and my kids LOVE them as well. So, everyone was looking forward to this family favorite when I made them on Saturday night.
Well, we sat down to dinner and began eating. The rice I had made was slightly spicy because all I had on hand was medium salsa. No biggie, my kids actually eat some pretty spicy food. But, when I started eating my enchilada I realized it was really spicy. I asked my husband what he thought...he thought they were amazing. (Did I mention my husband loves spicy food?) But, my kids soon confirmed for me the enchiladas were definitely hot, and not just hot out of the oven. Faith actually stuck her tongue out and said, "Mommy, kiss kiss!" She wanted me to kiss her tongue because it was hurting. (Maybe this is cruel but Jeremy and I were dying laughing- it was really funny) Upon investigation (a.k.a. digging through our trash) I confirmed my suspicion that I had accidentally bought the HOT sauce instead of our usual mild. Opps! Faith wanted to eat them so bad she kept taking bites and then saying ouchy tongue. Even while gulping down milk they were too hot for the kids to eat. So, they ended up eating crackers for supper...
In my defense the cans look exactly alike except for a small banner at the bottom reading mild or hot. It was an easy mistake to make, especially considering I probably had my "helpers" with me when said hot sauce was purchased. As soon as we stopped laughing Jeremy said, "That's going on the blog." I love that we have a place to capture our family's funny memories. (even if it involves me confessing to my cooking blunders) Hey, at least my kids aren't old enough to give me a hard time about it for the next 10 years. But, I'm guessing I can't guarantee the same thing for my husband.
