Has it really been two weeks since I posted anything? I feel sad that this blog is turning into a once a month post. And I don't even have any kids or pets or a 60-hour-a-week job with tons of travel to make good excuses.
In all honesty, I've been battling physical pain for the past two months, and let me just tell you that I have new understanding of how near impossible it would be to offer counseling to someone battling chronic pain. Or why they might readily turn to pain medication. Or the way chronic pain can consume your thoughts and rob you of sleep and make life miserable.
So, I just haven't felt like writing, and besides working and making the house run I haven't been able to put thoughts together on anything other than the way I've been feeling, and I know no one wants to read about that.
(Even updating you all right now I'm imagining the world's tiniest violin playing the world's saddest song. Woe is me!)
But...BUT...I feel I'm on the path to healing even though the doctors haven't figured out what's wrong yet...and may never. Once again, God has used acupuncture to heal me. It's been two weeks of a new treatment that makes me feel normal again. Don't ever take feeling normal for granted. I had a slight setback for one day, but now it's back to normal again thanks to my doctor's prayers, lots of other people's prayers, and divinely-guided acupuncture.
I don't enjoy feeling physically tormented, but it's hard to realize this little thing bothers me so much when other people I know are dealing with brain tumors, fatal diseases, a tsunami that destroyed entire towns, and nuclear radiation that will affect generations of people.
And then I'm thankful that I can breathe, see, hear, and am not facing imminent death.
I don't know if it's the lingering doubt that I'll actually be cured and feel better all the time, or the exhaustion that lack of sleep and this ridiculous Daylight Saving Time bring, or perhaps being spoiled by a fabulous trip to Hawaii...but we should be making plans for an anniversary trip and I'm feeling less than enthusiastic.
I mean, it will have to be a short trip, and it needs to be within driving distance, and it needs to involve a Hilton hotel because that's where we can stay for free. Unfortunately, we live in Dallas and no destination within driving distance seems exotic or remotely like paradise.
Paradise. I've been there. It's called Hawaii.
So, if anybody has fun ideas just let me know!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
The Greatness of Family
I am so blessed to still have a grandma. One who gets around well, is still very much herself, and can fly to visit my parents, which then makes it possible for the three of them to drive to come visit us!
We had fun enjoying some beautiful weather, eating, watching movies and musicals, eating, talking, and eating! I'm looking forward to seeing the three of them again in July.
I'm also looking forward to seeing another part of my family in about a week. My sister and nephew are going to come visit us for some of D's spring break! It's been too long! Since Christmas. Now that D's in school, it's harder for them to make the trip up here, and my work schedule has been kind of a nuisance lately when it comes to having free weekends to go see them.
Thank goodness for Skype! Best invention ever!
Over on the Pioneer Woman photography blog, there's a project currently going on with photo submissions under the theme "Sisters". It makes me miss my sister! I'm so glad I get to see her again soon.
And I also feel sorry for women who don't have sisters. (I know, I know. There are some women even with sisters who don't have the bond, so maybe I feel sorry for them, too.) There's just something unique and special about the bond between sisters that I can't adequately describe.
Hopefully the weather on one or more of the days of their visit will be sunny and spring-like. It's that strange time of year here when it's cloudy and rainy one hour and sunny the next. Or in the 30s one night, but in the 70s the following day. It's confusing, and my closet is a jumbled mess of T-shirts, skirts, sweaters, boots and flip-flops because I apparently need to be prepared for every possibility on a given day.
Don't get me wrong. I think I may prefer this crazy back-and-forth as opposed to constant 105-degree humidity. It's just a little more difficult to choose (or find) the appropriate attire in my closet.
(P.S. I made my dad look in the cabinet above the microwave when he arrived last week. I'm relieved to tell you there is no sign of any type of critter actually ever being in that cabinet. On the down side, I might be going crazy since I definitely heard clear, loud noises emanating from that space in the kitchen. Thank you and good day!)
We had fun enjoying some beautiful weather, eating, watching movies and musicals, eating, talking, and eating! I'm looking forward to seeing the three of them again in July.
I'm also looking forward to seeing another part of my family in about a week. My sister and nephew are going to come visit us for some of D's spring break! It's been too long! Since Christmas. Now that D's in school, it's harder for them to make the trip up here, and my work schedule has been kind of a nuisance lately when it comes to having free weekends to go see them.
Thank goodness for Skype! Best invention ever!
Over on the Pioneer Woman photography blog, there's a project currently going on with photo submissions under the theme "Sisters". It makes me miss my sister! I'm so glad I get to see her again soon.
And I also feel sorry for women who don't have sisters. (I know, I know. There are some women even with sisters who don't have the bond, so maybe I feel sorry for them, too.) There's just something unique and special about the bond between sisters that I can't adequately describe.
Hopefully the weather on one or more of the days of their visit will be sunny and spring-like. It's that strange time of year here when it's cloudy and rainy one hour and sunny the next. Or in the 30s one night, but in the 70s the following day. It's confusing, and my closet is a jumbled mess of T-shirts, skirts, sweaters, boots and flip-flops because I apparently need to be prepared for every possibility on a given day.
Don't get me wrong. I think I may prefer this crazy back-and-forth as opposed to constant 105-degree humidity. It's just a little more difficult to choose (or find) the appropriate attire in my closet.
(P.S. I made my dad look in the cabinet above the microwave when he arrived last week. I'm relieved to tell you there is no sign of any type of critter actually ever being in that cabinet. On the down side, I might be going crazy since I definitely heard clear, loud noises emanating from that space in the kitchen. Thank you and good day!)
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
There's a critter in my cabinet.
I'm starting to dread Monday mornings. It's usually the morning John leaves town, and as soon as he leaves the house problems ensue.
This week's little dilemma started when I finally rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As I stood in the kitchen I heard a distinct rustling coming from the area of our stove and microwave. Was something in the wall? No, not muffled enough. Was it in the microwave? Nope, nothing there.
After banging on the cabinets above the microwave the noise stopped for a few moments. Ugghhh. Some critter was in my cabinet! It didn't exactly sound big enough to be a mouse, but it sure sounded bigger than your average cockroach.
Panic over the creature scurrying around in the cabinet combined with my distinct lack of decision-making ability first thing in the morning left me standing uncertainly in the kitchen for...oh...probably a good three minutes.
During those three minutes I contemplated how large I thought the animal/insect sounded, what it might do if I opened the cabinet, whether I should have a broom or a can of roach spray in hand when I opened the cabinet, if a frightened mouse could launch itself out of a shelf that high and land on me, would a mouse actually bite me if it did jump out and land on me, and what sorts of diseases mice carry these days - do they still carry the black plague?
I came to the decision that nothing good could come from opening the cabinet and instead decided to bang on it again, at which point the critter scurried across the cabinet and apparently disappeared from whence it came.
I noticed the time and moved on with making my breakfast, which included cooking up a bowl of blueberry oatmeal and generously sprinkling it with chili powder. No, not on purpose. I was going for the cinnamon.
In case you're wondering, the only thing remotely similar between those two spices are the bottles they come in, their dark color, and that they both start with the letter "c". And even though my oatmeal smelled...suspicious...I took a bite anyway, promptly spit it back out, and then dumped the entire thing down the sink. Turns out I'm out of cinnamon anyway.
I blame the critter in the cabinet for this whole debacle.
After work, on advice of my dad, I went and bought some mouse bait just in case. We already have roach bait strewn about, so really, either way I think I'm covered. I'll leave it John to investigate. Thankfully, I do not need anything out of that cabinet.
My dad's other piece of advice was to "just try and ignore it" after putting out the mouse bait. I appreciate that he's trying to make it all better long distance, but me ignoring a possible rodent isn't very likely to happen. I guarantee I will be entering that part of the house each morning banging together some books, singing loudly, stomping around and turning on every light on my way to the kitchen for, oh, a good three weeks.
Or maybe just until next week's dilemma shows up.
This week's little dilemma started when I finally rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As I stood in the kitchen I heard a distinct rustling coming from the area of our stove and microwave. Was something in the wall? No, not muffled enough. Was it in the microwave? Nope, nothing there.
After banging on the cabinets above the microwave the noise stopped for a few moments. Ugghhh. Some critter was in my cabinet! It didn't exactly sound big enough to be a mouse, but it sure sounded bigger than your average cockroach.
Panic over the creature scurrying around in the cabinet combined with my distinct lack of decision-making ability first thing in the morning left me standing uncertainly in the kitchen for...oh...probably a good three minutes.
During those three minutes I contemplated how large I thought the animal/insect sounded, what it might do if I opened the cabinet, whether I should have a broom or a can of roach spray in hand when I opened the cabinet, if a frightened mouse could launch itself out of a shelf that high and land on me, would a mouse actually bite me if it did jump out and land on me, and what sorts of diseases mice carry these days - do they still carry the black plague?
I came to the decision that nothing good could come from opening the cabinet and instead decided to bang on it again, at which point the critter scurried across the cabinet and apparently disappeared from whence it came.
I noticed the time and moved on with making my breakfast, which included cooking up a bowl of blueberry oatmeal and generously sprinkling it with chili powder. No, not on purpose. I was going for the cinnamon.
In case you're wondering, the only thing remotely similar between those two spices are the bottles they come in, their dark color, and that they both start with the letter "c". And even though my oatmeal smelled...suspicious...I took a bite anyway, promptly spit it back out, and then dumped the entire thing down the sink. Turns out I'm out of cinnamon anyway.
I blame the critter in the cabinet for this whole debacle.
After work, on advice of my dad, I went and bought some mouse bait just in case. We already have roach bait strewn about, so really, either way I think I'm covered. I'll leave it John to investigate. Thankfully, I do not need anything out of that cabinet.
My dad's other piece of advice was to "just try and ignore it" after putting out the mouse bait. I appreciate that he's trying to make it all better long distance, but me ignoring a possible rodent isn't very likely to happen. I guarantee I will be entering that part of the house each morning banging together some books, singing loudly, stomping around and turning on every light on my way to the kitchen for, oh, a good three weeks.
Or maybe just until next week's dilemma shows up.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sit with me.
He says all the time, "It's because I love you."
When I'm exhausted, filled with stress, or just feeling lazy, the man I live with picks up our dry-cleaning or gets eggs at the store and he patiently tells me (because my husband can be eternally patient), "It's because I love you".
When I'm sick, my husband will use the few minutes he has free from work or phone calls or doing our taxes to go pick up my medicine at the drug store for me. When I say thank you, he tells me he does it because he loves me.
There are plenty of times when I mess up. I forget to pay a bill and am now facing a late fee, or I've done something in anger or frustration around the house and ended up breaking whatever it was I meant to repair. My partner comes behind me and fixes my mistake. Eventually I apologize. It wasn't his problem to fix. But he always tells me, "It's because I love you."
One night I work the evening shift and am driving home even later than usual. I hear strange noises, then a loud pop that could only be mistaken for a vast pot hole for several seconds until I hear the tell-tale "thwap, thwap, thwap" of a flat tire.
A blowout. I find a piece of shoulder to pull over onto. Thank God for our roadside assistance. Someone will be here to affix the spare tire in the frigid temperatures in a matter of minutes. Then I realize it's unusual for my husband to be in town that night...but he is. He got home just hours ago.
I figure I should call him, so I do. Even though a towing company is coming to change the tire and it will not be long, John says he's coming. To sit with me. Just to be there. To keep me company. He doesn't have to, but he comes just because he loves me.
This is one of the wonderful effects of marriage - having someone to sit with, to wait with, to be together with.
It is not lost on me that hearing my husband say over and over again "It's because I love you" and having someone who says that and follows it up with action even when I'm frustrated, stressed, unpleasant or being selfish, is perhaps the reason why I understand clearly the love God has for me. It doesn't make sense, but now, seeing it displayed in real life, it does make sense - in a way.
"Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ's love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives." ~ Ephesians 5:25-28 (The Message)
So, these Bible words can be reality. I am married to a man who proves it. And the reality of this plan of God's, a covenant between a man and woman, sacrifice for each other, forever love, shared life...I wish those who ignore marriage in hopes of avoiding pain, or sacrifice, could know how indescribably better this covenant can be.
"It's just because I love you." Amazing how those few words can mend brokenness, smooth out anger and stress, boost confidence, and spur me to be a better person, a better wife...because I love him.
When I'm exhausted, filled with stress, or just feeling lazy, the man I live with picks up our dry-cleaning or gets eggs at the store and he patiently tells me (because my husband can be eternally patient), "It's because I love you".
When I'm sick, my husband will use the few minutes he has free from work or phone calls or doing our taxes to go pick up my medicine at the drug store for me. When I say thank you, he tells me he does it because he loves me.
There are plenty of times when I mess up. I forget to pay a bill and am now facing a late fee, or I've done something in anger or frustration around the house and ended up breaking whatever it was I meant to repair. My partner comes behind me and fixes my mistake. Eventually I apologize. It wasn't his problem to fix. But he always tells me, "It's because I love you."
One night I work the evening shift and am driving home even later than usual. I hear strange noises, then a loud pop that could only be mistaken for a vast pot hole for several seconds until I hear the tell-tale "thwap, thwap, thwap" of a flat tire.
A blowout. I find a piece of shoulder to pull over onto. Thank God for our roadside assistance. Someone will be here to affix the spare tire in the frigid temperatures in a matter of minutes. Then I realize it's unusual for my husband to be in town that night...but he is. He got home just hours ago.
I figure I should call him, so I do. Even though a towing company is coming to change the tire and it will not be long, John says he's coming. To sit with me. Just to be there. To keep me company. He doesn't have to, but he comes just because he loves me.
This is one of the wonderful effects of marriage - having someone to sit with, to wait with, to be together with.
It is not lost on me that hearing my husband say over and over again "It's because I love you" and having someone who says that and follows it up with action even when I'm frustrated, stressed, unpleasant or being selfish, is perhaps the reason why I understand clearly the love God has for me. It doesn't make sense, but now, seeing it displayed in real life, it does make sense - in a way.
"Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ's love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives." ~ Ephesians 5:25-28 (The Message)
So, these Bible words can be reality. I am married to a man who proves it. And the reality of this plan of God's, a covenant between a man and woman, sacrifice for each other, forever love, shared life...I wish those who ignore marriage in hopes of avoiding pain, or sacrifice, could know how indescribably better this covenant can be.
"It's just because I love you." Amazing how those few words can mend brokenness, smooth out anger and stress, boost confidence, and spur me to be a better person, a better wife...because I love him.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
"The Snow Factory Shut Down"
I believe those were the words used just a couple hours ago by a local meteorologist while giving an explanation of the obvious lack of snow after yesterday's prediction of 2-4 inches.
That clears everything up.
It also makes clear the fact that meteorology is an inexact science if ever there was one. In fact, should we even be using the word "science" in the definition of meteorology at all?
I'm staying put inside my house today anyway. The roads are icy (although I'm guessing with some moments of sunshine even that will be completely melted by late this afternoon), and it is just frigid outside.
With the confidence that I'll be headed back to work tomorrow, I'm handling this "winter storm" day with less stress and more productivity than the four-day-long episode last week.
As long as you count baking cookies and watching movies as "productive".
That clears everything up.
It also makes clear the fact that meteorology is an inexact science if ever there was one. In fact, should we even be using the word "science" in the definition of meteorology at all?
I'm staying put inside my house today anyway. The roads are icy (although I'm guessing with some moments of sunshine even that will be completely melted by late this afternoon), and it is just frigid outside.
With the confidence that I'll be headed back to work tomorrow, I'm handling this "winter storm" day with less stress and more productivity than the four-day-long episode last week.
As long as you count baking cookies and watching movies as "productive".
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Less than an inch
Well, the weather forecasters were all wrong last week. Turns out on Friday we got a bit more than "less than an inch" of snow.
That's our front yard and the street. We did, in fact, get five inches of snow and yet another day at home. At least on Friday the blanket of snow made it pretty.
Saturday the temperature here finally got above freezing and the sun came out. While it was still a little slick driving around the neighborhood in the morning, everything had melted by the end of the afternoon. However, before that happened John and I made a snow woman.
Snow woman because we used a red leaf for the lips that made it look distinctly female. (I know you can't really tell in the photo.) Then I added a hat with some leaves and berries stuck on top.
She melted within a couple hours.
To gain energy for the snow-woman making project, we went to Denny's for breakfast because 1.) I was desperate to leave the house, 2.) Denny's is cheap, and 3.) with the ice still on the roads, anyplace more appetizing was too far away.
We were two of about six people in the restaurant Saturday morning. The waitress came and asked what we wanted to drink. We should have known we were in trouble when John ordered a water and she replied, "We don't have any water."
Oooo-kaaaay. Orange juice, then. That was met with the response, "We don't have any orange juice", at which point we decided to just ask what they DID have to drink.
Coffee and sweet tea was the answer. (There was a bit of a language barrier and I'm almost certain they must have had sodas as well...not that we were keen on that option either.)
I'm avoiding caffeine and John drinks neither of the choices offered, so we mumbled "no thanks" and off went the waitress.
I was trying to figure out how on earth coffee is made with no water when the waitress came back and offered us apple juice or grape juice. We got one of each and the grape juice, happily for John, turned out to be grapefruit juice.
Even though I'm pretty sure it's against code to continue running a restaurant with no water, our meal improved from there when we got blueberries added to our pancakes and all our food was hot. All in all, it was an even more exciting way to venture back out into the world after four days than I expected.
Since the snow's melted I've been reacquainting myself with society and becoming accustomed to wearing clothes other than flannel pajama pants and sweatshirts.
Although, I hear tomorrow we're in for more ice and snow and even colder temperatures than last week...if that's even possible.
I noticed on the news tonight, the forecaster was detailing very specific forecast maps of where exactly and how much snow different areas of north Texas could expect tomorrow...and at what time. I believe he's trying to make up for the "less than an inch" snow prediction from last week. We'll see if it all pans out.
That's our front yard and the street. We did, in fact, get five inches of snow and yet another day at home. At least on Friday the blanket of snow made it pretty.
Saturday the temperature here finally got above freezing and the sun came out. While it was still a little slick driving around the neighborhood in the morning, everything had melted by the end of the afternoon. However, before that happened John and I made a snow woman.
Snow woman because we used a red leaf for the lips that made it look distinctly female. (I know you can't really tell in the photo.) Then I added a hat with some leaves and berries stuck on top.
She melted within a couple hours.
To gain energy for the snow-woman making project, we went to Denny's for breakfast because 1.) I was desperate to leave the house, 2.) Denny's is cheap, and 3.) with the ice still on the roads, anyplace more appetizing was too far away.
We were two of about six people in the restaurant Saturday morning. The waitress came and asked what we wanted to drink. We should have known we were in trouble when John ordered a water and she replied, "We don't have any water."
Oooo-kaaaay. Orange juice, then. That was met with the response, "We don't have any orange juice", at which point we decided to just ask what they DID have to drink.
Coffee and sweet tea was the answer. (There was a bit of a language barrier and I'm almost certain they must have had sodas as well...not that we were keen on that option either.)
I'm avoiding caffeine and John drinks neither of the choices offered, so we mumbled "no thanks" and off went the waitress.
I was trying to figure out how on earth coffee is made with no water when the waitress came back and offered us apple juice or grape juice. We got one of each and the grape juice, happily for John, turned out to be grapefruit juice.
Even though I'm pretty sure it's against code to continue running a restaurant with no water, our meal improved from there when we got blueberries added to our pancakes and all our food was hot. All in all, it was an even more exciting way to venture back out into the world after four days than I expected.
Since the snow's melted I've been reacquainting myself with society and becoming accustomed to wearing clothes other than flannel pajama pants and sweatshirts.
Although, I hear tomorrow we're in for more ice and snow and even colder temperatures than last week...if that's even possible.
I noticed on the news tonight, the forecaster was detailing very specific forecast maps of where exactly and how much snow different areas of north Texas could expect tomorrow...and at what time. I believe he's trying to make up for the "less than an inch" snow prediction from last week. We'll see if it all pans out.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
ADD and Chicken Enchiladas
I am posting for the third day in a row! It must be some kind of a personal blogging record for me.
It can only mean I have got time. Plenty of time. Nothing but time.
Even though the dishes are still dirty, and, heaven knows, I could be doing something really productive with these forced days off - like cleaning out some closets. It's just that I have some kind of ice-storm-related ADD.
Shout-out to my sister-in-law and her roommate who stopped by with a Braum's peppermint shake for me this afternoon so I still haven't had to leave the house! (I know. Ice cream when it's 18 degrees. It was my sister-in-law's idea...I just thought it sounded good...and it was!)
You know what else was good? Seeing other actual people. In person. Life has been sad around here.
(Edited to note that it now seems there will be a fourth day of the ridiculous ice.)
Here's the huge icicle on our back porch that is loathe to go away already, taunting me that it is not yet warm enough for any of this frozen precipitation to start melting. It's also taunting me that we obviously have a large leak, right there, in our rain gutter.
In case you're one of the thousands stuck at home because of horrendous winter weather and you have lots of time on your hands and you like to cook, I have a recipe for you!
Strangely, I made these chicken enchiladas the other day, and this morning I talked to my mom and discovered she was going to make this same recipe tonight. I haven't made this particular dish in years. What can I say? Great minds think alike.
Appropriately, this recipe is from my mom. I believe it's from a cooking class she took in the '80s. I like to think I've brought it into the 21st century by adding a few little things to make it...not so beige.
Chicken Enchiladas
2 cups chopped or shredded cooked chicken
2-3 green onions, chopped
2 cups of Pepper Jack cheese, divided
1 jalapeño pepper, chopped (optional)
1/4 cup chopped cilantro
1/2 cup chopped spinach
12 corn tortillas
8 ounces fat-free sour cream
1/2 stick unsalted butter
3 Tbs. flour
15 ounces chicken stock
1 large avocado, cut into pieces
Mix shredded chicken with green onions, 1 cup of cheese, cilantro and spinach (and chopped jalapeño, if you want things super spicy). Soften tortillas a few at a time for a few seconds in the microwave. Divide mixture evenly among 12 tortillas, rolling them and placing them seam-side down in a 9x13 casserole dish.
Set oven to 350°.
In a small saucepan, melt 1/2 stick of butter. Add flour, chicken stock and sour cream. Stir until sour cream is melted and sauce is slightly thickened. Pour over enchiladas. Sprinkle with remaining cheese, and more green onions or cilantro, if desired.
Bake at 350° for 15-20 minutes. Serve with avocado as garnish on top.
Makes 12 enchiladas.
It can only mean I have got time. Plenty of time. Nothing but time.
Even though the dishes are still dirty, and, heaven knows, I could be doing something really productive with these forced days off - like cleaning out some closets. It's just that I have some kind of ice-storm-related ADD.
Shout-out to my sister-in-law and her roommate who stopped by with a Braum's peppermint shake for me this afternoon so I still haven't had to leave the house! (I know. Ice cream when it's 18 degrees. It was my sister-in-law's idea...I just thought it sounded good...and it was!)
You know what else was good? Seeing other actual people. In person. Life has been sad around here.
(Edited to note that it now seems there will be a fourth day of the ridiculous ice.)
Here's the huge icicle on our back porch that is loathe to go away already, taunting me that it is not yet warm enough for any of this frozen precipitation to start melting. It's also taunting me that we obviously have a large leak, right there, in our rain gutter.
In case you're one of the thousands stuck at home because of horrendous winter weather and you have lots of time on your hands and you like to cook, I have a recipe for you!
Strangely, I made these chicken enchiladas the other day, and this morning I talked to my mom and discovered she was going to make this same recipe tonight. I haven't made this particular dish in years. What can I say? Great minds think alike.
Appropriately, this recipe is from my mom. I believe it's from a cooking class she took in the '80s. I like to think I've brought it into the 21st century by adding a few little things to make it...not so beige.
Chicken Enchiladas
2 cups chopped or shredded cooked chicken
2-3 green onions, chopped
2 cups of Pepper Jack cheese, divided
1 jalapeño pepper, chopped (optional)
1/4 cup chopped cilantro
1/2 cup chopped spinach
12 corn tortillas
8 ounces fat-free sour cream
1/2 stick unsalted butter
3 Tbs. flour
15 ounces chicken stock
1 large avocado, cut into pieces
Mix shredded chicken with green onions, 1 cup of cheese, cilantro and spinach (and chopped jalapeño, if you want things super spicy). Soften tortillas a few at a time for a few seconds in the microwave. Divide mixture evenly among 12 tortillas, rolling them and placing them seam-side down in a 9x13 casserole dish.
Set oven to 350°.
In a small saucepan, melt 1/2 stick of butter. Add flour, chicken stock and sour cream. Stir until sour cream is melted and sauce is slightly thickened. Pour over enchiladas. Sprinkle with remaining cheese, and more green onions or cilantro, if desired.
Bake at 350° for 15-20 minutes. Serve with avocado as garnish on top.
Makes 12 enchiladas.
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