I was wanting to try something different for lunch today. I myself am not a huge fan of Mexican food, but D is. So, I decided I would make enchiladas. I found a sauce at the store that had been recommended. Browned the ground beef and an onion. Added some of the sauce and some cheese. Wrapped that in a tortilla, added more sauce and cheese. Then baked that. I thought I had done a great job. Did not go over well. D said it was ok. He then picked it apart to find what the weird spice was that he was tasting. Eventually he covered it with sour cream and forced it down. Mae just flat out said “e bad.” She said this over and over again. D finally told her that was not nice to say, so she said “e gross, Daddy, e understand?” We could not help but laugh. I will not be making those enchiladas again.