This post was originally published April 18th, 2014. The following to help you understand why I’m republishing it and the post will follow. To get to the printable recipe, scroll down.
I wrote this after I begged my friend Angie to remake her Enchilada Lasagna for me, and allow me to write her ingredients and method down so I could post it. I’ll give you some back story. We became friends in 2012 when we started orientation to work in the same ICU unit. After we both left that hospital, we remained close and spoke almost every day, met for lunch regularly, etc. She became such a good friend to me; we had more in common than being nurses. In 2016, I was going through a divorce (not to mention my son was moving out) and was under a lot of pressure and stress. During that time period Angie and I had a misunderstanding – about what I do not remember – and we kind of stopped talking as much as we always had. There were a few phone conversations and texts, but it eventually stopped. I knew that wasn’t permanent because we were too close; I thought maybe we needed some time apart but would go back to our friendship being the way it was. She was always on my mind, even if in the back of my mind. I started to feel like it was strange that she hadn’t already reached out (how selfish of me) so I sent her a text about a year and a half or so ago. The text I received back was “This is not Angie.” I took that as her not wanting to talk to me. A couple of weeks ago I decided that I was going to be more assertive about contacting her; I missed my friend and I wanted her to know that. The phone rang, no answer an no voicemail. My text wasn’t returned. I decided to google her to see if she moved, or if there was anything I could find to be able to get in touch with her. The very first link google showed me was her obituary. It hit me like a punch in the gut. I didn’t want to click on it because I didn’t want for it to be real, but the meta description showed me all I needed to know. It was definitely her; a photo of her smiling like she always did. Of course, no details as far as why she passed, but beautiful photos of her and her family had been shared. She died in 2017. I kept wondering why she hadn’t reached out to me, why she didn’t want to talk to me. Now I’m wondering why I didn’t reach out to her sooner, because I DID want to talk to her and she probably felt the same. When I found her obituary, it was hard to believe she was gone and I will never get to see her again. I miss her, and I waited too long. If you take anything from this, don’t wait to let someone know how you feel, don’t let your pride get in the way of an important relationship whether it’s platonic, family, or romantic. As cliche as it sounds, try to live each day as if it may be your last. I’m trying to do that now. Love hard, take chances, and don’t allow your pride to get in the way. Don’t waste an opportunity to say what you need or want to say. <— Yes, I know I inadvertently referenced two popular songs, but the messages make so much sense. Below is the original post.
Ok, so let me tell you about my friend, Angie.
I just love her. She’s such a dear friend; she’s beautiful, smart, and knows so much about everything (the girl loves to study history/science/everything else just for fun). Not to mention she’s so much damn fun to be around.
Oh, and I LOVE when she gets tickled (that means someone finding something funny in Southern, BTW). She gets this look on her face, squints her eyes, tilts her head back and has the cutest, most infectious laugh.
She’s the inspiration (mastermind) behind this dish. I spent a day with her at her house a few weeks ago and she fed me this beautifulness that I have re-created for y’all.
She’s one of those people that say they “can’t cook”, or “oh, it’s nothing, I just threw it together.” Yeah, right. Those people are secret rockstars in the kitchen and don’t you let them tell you otherwise. This girl knows what the hell she’s doing.
She sent some of this home with me for Mark to try and he LOVED it. As a matter of fact, he said, “whatever that is, Make.It.”
Great, let me go ahead and try and replicate that perfect shit she threw together so effortlessly. This is corn tortillas, beef, mojo, cilantro, ricotta, peppers, cheeses… MY kinda food. So delicious, and so Angie.
I tried my best – Not sure if I made it quite as luscious as she did. But, it was very, very good. I was a little concerned at first that I may not like it because I’m not a huge fan of corn tortillas, but that was not a problem at all. I loved it.
Thanks for the food porn, Angie. Oh, and by the way, I’m writing this at midnight and I want some right now.
To pair with this recipe…
Here’s your printable-