I recognize that Father's Day was some time ago, but as is evident with all my posting, it's been hard to bring myself to talk about food extensively without making my stomach upset.

This salsa went over so well at the group dinner, that I decided to take the same recipe and make it again in the form of enchiladas. Paul was confused because I used flour tortillas--which made it look more like burritos--instead of corn tortillas. However, it was quite the success because a few people came up specifically to shake my hands when it was done. As was common on those nights, there was a line for the food when I arrived, which gave me no time to take pictures. The above picture was a plate of leftovers we made for someone who was late. On the night of the enchiladas and Spanish rice, there wasn't a bite of anything left except the chips and salsa.

This is another restaurant my parents especially love. My grandmother wanted to go their two days in a row. In fact, the guacamole and salsa have to be very high on the excellent meter. Both are made fresh daily, which means sometimes the salsa is so hot I cry, but it's so good, I just can't stop! I remember once my father and I went together. Normally he likes hot things.