The Last Walk of the Enchilada Kid..?
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The sun was setting slowly over the horizon, a cool wind blew in from the West, whipping up the dirt into little twisters which came to life and then died only moments later. Overhead three vultures circles, their eyes ever watchful, waiting for the Kid to stumble and fall.
"I got one bullet left little birdies." He whispered under his breath - there was no way he was going to be eaten alive. Pace after pace he forced himself forwards, he didn't know if he'd been walking around in circles for the last two days, his mind was gone, it was only a matter of time before the dehydration sent him mad and he was lost to the world.
Far off in the distance he thought he could hear drums; a long beat, then two short, then another long - one one two one, one one two one, over and over again. The drums of the thunder bird coming for his soul.
"Keep on walking Jonny boy." He said to himself, "You stop walking, you gonna die." His head was bowed, his hat pulled down low over his eyes. Still it went on; one one two one...
He was so thirsty, hurngy too. His mouth could barely open - his lips were so dry. His belly was so empty and hot it felt like you could melt gold inside.
The drums seemed to be getting louder. They never changed in rhythm though, beating out across the desert plain, calling him forwards.
He tripped, his arms too weak to reach out in front of him, his face landed in the dirt. The vultures swooped lower, their time to eat would soon be here.
And the drums got louder.
The Kid managed to raise his head towards the sound, in the distance he could see men on horseback moving towards him... Injuns!
Would this be the end of the Enchilada Kid? Was this the last ever enchilada?
He struggled to his knees to wait for them - if they were Hopi he would be saved, if they were Navajo, his only bullet would not be enough.
Today's enchiladas were very different from the Enchilada Casserole that Carrie made me some time ago and as such I don't think that this is repetition of a meal in any way. I still plan to make a beef enchilada casserole myself one day (as permitted by the rules), perhaps when I have a small army to feed.
And just for interest I found this lovely little site describing how the English eat. Done as some IT project no doubt by
Woodland's Junior School .
A pecan danish from Sainsbury's: I really do miss German cakes. I was looking back over what cakes I'd had since I started my blog and since coming back to Britain my cake joyousness rating has dipped by over 33% in real terms (seasonally adjusted).
Minced beef, Onions, Garlic, Olive Oil, Green Chillis, Chilli Powder, Cumin, Oregano, Canned Tmoatoes, Tomato Puree, Salt, Pepper, Fresh Coriander, Flour Tortillas, Butter, Flour, Milk, Cheddar Cheese, Red Peppers, Black Olives.
Meat: Dice the onions and fry in a little olive oil, add some minced garlic, some chopped seeded chillis and the meat. Fry until the meat is brown, add some cumin and aregano, fry a little more. Add the tomatoes (chopped) some tomato puree, a little water salt and pepper. Turn the heat down and stew gently for an hour - it wants to be quite thick when used for the enchiladas, stir in some chopped fresh coriander before using.
Cheese Sauce: Make a simple bechemel cheese sauce with the butter, milk, flour and cheese.
Place some of the meat in the tortillas and roll the tortillas over. Pour the cheese sauce on the top, garnish with sliced peppers and olives and bake in the oven until the sauce begins to brown.