Ode to an enchilada

Ode to an enchilada

Sartenes on the stove, ingredients on the counter

Mom’s old blender from the late 70s

Struggling to blend but it does the job well

The smell of chiles in the air, burning eyes but it’s a good burn

Boullion, sal, ajo, y cebolla

Tortillas de maíz, queso, y carne de res

Making an organized mess is what I always thought

Oven on in a already hot house

Smells of comfort wafting through the front door 

Be careful, que no se quema

Plates set out at the table in a stack

Mi apa gets his plate first, arroz, frijoles, enchiladas

Dressed with queso, lettuce, cebolla y tomatoes

Una cerveza fría, sun tea and Coca-cola

Buen provecho while we listen to mi apa talk about trabajo