On our way home from picking our boy up one hour away on Saturday evening, we stopped at the little Mexican market one town over. I had enchiladas and tamales on my mind but no dried red chiles with which to make that sauce that makes them so special. We were in luck finding them open. The people there are always friendly and helpful and we soon left with a bag of dried red chile pods, two packages of corn tortillas, and some dried hominy with which to make posole' at a later date. Yesterday we cooked up a batch of pork enchiladas and I am finding myself hungry for them all over again today. sigh (I'd post a photo but we ate them all up before I thought to take a picture.)
It was a quiet kind of day here, aside from the wind outside and the dog who decided to bark out the window at nothing while I had my eyes closed for ten minutes. ha ha!