chocolat

I have great news, world. I have been living my life working two crazy jobs while:

  • being in a new relationship and
  • cooking tons of new food

These things are imperatively linked and you need to know it because:

  • this relationship is badass and
  • I cook food for this person

First things first: the new job is at a nonprofit that I’ve been involved with for a while and it’s temporarily paid through this month. Then I go back to volunteering with them. But I love them so much that I laugh at the thought of working for them. Ideally, I’ll go to grad school and get a degree then get to work for a NP that’s half as great as they are. That’s all on that front.

The new relationship is a blast! We’ll call this person Exhibit A. Because that is what came to my mind. And I am a woman of ideas, and saying things like “Exhibit A and I ________. It was great” sounds like a scientific crime scene.

Exhibit A and I have been friends for a while, so the relationship part is super fun. Exhibit A is also (pause for dramatic effect) a dog owner. And a grad student. And a female. And shorter than I am.

Did I pause at the wrong spot? My apologies. Well. Y’all can mull on that one for a while and I’ll tell you how food ties in to all of these crazy shenanigans.

I cook a lot. I think most people know that about me, no? Luckily for me, Exhibit A loves to cook and eat just about as much as I do (but has a little more restraint on getting seconds…jealous). I have been living my life in an attempt to be like Chocolat (which is slightly in homage to…let’s call it Before Exhibit A, which was the last time I watched that film while dating someone else and experiencing it in a different way) – experiencing my food and how its passion can render itself useful to what I’m doing.

I put a lot of love into my cooking and food as well as my relationships, so the past couple of months have been a total whirlwind of very strong emotions for me.  And so, without further ado, let me present you with

  • one of my favorite recipes and
  • great life experiences from the past two months that tie in with the food

Exhibit A’s enchiladas:

  • 1 zucchini
  • 1 yellow squash
  • 1 broccoli stalk
  • small red onion
  • two tomatoes
  • Muenster cheese
  • Goat cheese
  • medium-sized jar chipotle salsa
  • Flour tortillas

Preheat oven to 400. Dice all veggies small (smaller than bite-sized). Mix well in a bowl. Place veggie mixture into tortillas and top with Muenster cheese. Wrap like a burrito, then place in 9×13 baking dish. Cover wraps with salsa fully. Bake for 25 minutes. Immediately upon removal of dish, top with dollops of goat cheese. Eat, cry because it tastes so good, eat more and don’t even feel guilty about it.

The story of how I came to eat these for the first time:

  • eating a usual grilled cheese at Mountain Sun
  • reading an ad in Westword
  • The Wood Brothers
  • a gorgeous guitar
  • beautiful songs

Exhibit A and I were spending a lovely afternoon in Boulder eating our usual order of grilled cheeses (mine with pesto and tomatoes, Exhibit A’s with avocado and tomato) and she looks in her copy of Westword and sees that the Wood Brothers are coming and we can in fact see them for free.

Disclaimer: If you don’t know who the Wood Brothers are, we aren’t friends. But actually you should know them, so cheers:

So. I pound on the table for dramatic emphasis (like I do) and yell in delight! I get to see this amazing band…for free…two blocks from Exhibit A’s house?! Yes please! The day arrives, and we even have some people from NCCC joining. We show up at the venue and it’s a little odd…nobody’s there looking like they wanna see a concert. We go back to the front and read the date. It happened the day before.

I roam around the record store, pretty severely depressed (like I do) and Exhibit A is not blind. She sees my pain. She then says “I’ll make up for it…don’t worry. We’ll go to the store and get food and I’ll make you my super tasty enchiladas and give you a private concert.” My spirits lighten.

We go to the store and pick out all the food, walk back, and I start helping make the enchiladas. Then, while they bake, I get my private concert. Exhibit A is a songwriter and sang me her songs while playing along on her badass guitar. By the end, I’m so happy and full of warmth and vegetables and adorable songs that I forget I missed the Wood Brothers entirely.

That’s all for now, folks. I’ll possibly do another one when I can. Make the enchiladas, they’re a game changer.

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