Lianna hath requested the return of the Stuff I Eat posts, and because she asked, ye all shall receive, whether you want to or not. I am going to avoid documenting what I eat for lunch at work, though, because it's embarrassing in quantity, in variety, and in free-ness. Embarrassing in that there would be no way to pretend I wasn't just bragging.
But, as I've said, Mike and I are on a cooking kick, and I don't feel bad featuring the sweat of our brows. Last night was a Mike-chosen dish: Mexican casserole. Mike decided that we should call it Mexican lasagna, which is fine by me, because I think "casserole" sounds like something made with canned soup and fried bits.
Our lasagna did have fried bits, actually, in the form of tortilla chips. But they were layered with jack cheese and soyrizo and tomatoes and kale and beans and cilantro and lots of spices. Here it is before getting a final layer of chips and cheese.
I am still learning how to use my camera's flash in a way that doesn't make subjects look like they are part of a crime scene, so bear with me.
And the final product, in all its tasty glory: