The Enchilada Kid Rides Again
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Rescued from certain death by some friendly Hopi Indians, the Enchilada Kid is given food, water and time to rest. He sits with the Hopi chief, Swooping Eagle, in the largest clay house of the Sichomovi pueblo atop the second great mesa. The Kid is anxious to go home to Maria and a nice, steaming plate of Enchiladas.
"I thank you right kindly for your hospitality Swooping Eagle. Without you I would have been food for the birds."
Swooping eagle smiled and bowed his head, "Your spirit would have returned to the centre of the web, where the spider woman awaits all."
The Kid gave him a puzzled gaze and nodded back politely - though a little confused. "And I thank you right kindly for the loan of the horse, I will return her within three moons as I have promised."
"The word of the Kid is promise enough." replied Swooping Eagle and clapped his hands. "Now we eat a final meal together." Into the room walked three young women, each one fatter and wartier than the last. Their lank, greasy hair, hangs about their blubbery shoulders like pubes on a piss pot. Their few mouldy yellow teeth jut out like ugly totem poles to ward off even the most frightening demon. They kneel before the kid and lay out a magnificent feast; buffalo meat fried in flatbreads, traditional salads and some rice that had obviously been traded at great expense and was considered a luxury. The Kid knew he was being honoured.
Swooping Eagle stood up. His mighty frame towered over the three women. "My lovely daughters are excellent cooks and weave baskets and make Kachina dolls to sell to tourists." The Kid nodded and began to eat, "They are all young and beautiful and will give many children."
The Kid nodded "Ahah." and began eating, not realising the trap he was falling into.
"Yet there is no future here for such delicate flowers. They yearn to see the cities of the white man, to bear children that will grow up educated and blessed with all the luxuries that your culture has to offer." Again the Kid nodded, still oblivious to the chief's hints, "It is a fair trade is it not? We give you life, you give life to us."
And when the penny dropped the Kid stopped eating - maybe he would have been better off being captured by the Navajo, at least they only smear you with honey, tie you to a pole and let the ants eat you.
Chimichangas are normally made with left over meat. I didn't have any left over so stir fried some rump steak instead - probably better than the average Mexican version. I also like my guacamole chunky - the mush that supermakets call guacamole is usually disgusting and should be thrown straight into the bin where it belongs and if you don't have any limes, lemons are almost as good.
Mr Kipling Manor Cake. I will soon have no Mr K.'s left to eat and due to the lack of variety of cakiness in Exeter, will have to start baking myself.
Chimichangas: Rump steak, onions, red peppers, refried beans, green chillis, flour tortillas, black pepper, cumin, oregano, vegetable oil
Guacamole: Avacado, cucumber, tomato, green chilli, fresh coriander, salt, lime juice, black pepper
Chimichangas: Slice the steak into thin strips. Heat a little oil in a pan, stir fry the steak until brown, add some thinly sliced green chilli, some sliced onion, a little cumin and oregano, cook until the onions begin to brown. Spread some heated refried beans on a tortilla and place some of the steak mix and some sliced red pepper on top. Grind on a little pepper. Fold over the tortilla to make a burrito and fry in a little vegetable oil on both sides (foled side down first to stop it falling apart).
Guacamole: Finely dice the green chilli. Place in a bowl with the lime juice and chopped coriander. Peel the avacado and chop into small chunks. Chop the tomato and cucumber into chunks. Mix everything together, season with salt and pepper.