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brattylikestoeat · 2 years
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nelsonangelica · 8 months
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Authentic Chile con Queso Creamy queso is made from melted Monterey Jack and Asadero cheese, along with hot corn tortillas and spicy roasted green chiles.
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buingtans · 2 years
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Chile con Queso
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losmuertosnosufren · 2 years
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I swear if I could eat carne asada with arroz and frijoles everyday, I would
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Recipe for Empanadas de Queso con Rajas Poblano Chile and Cheese Empanadas These simple empanadas are filled with roasted poblano chile pepper and Manchego cheese for a flavorful vegetarian lunch or dinner.
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cd2news · 4 months
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Recipe for Authentic Chile con Queso Creamy queso is made from melted Monterey Jack and Asadero cheese, along with hot corn tortillas and spicy roasted green chiles.
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miltacos · 7 months
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#368 Taco de frijoles con huevo orgánico, queso Cotija y chile chiltepín de Xicotepec.
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CIGMexico, Atizapán de Zaragoza, Estado de México.
Han sido varias las versiones de este taco a lo largo de este proyecto. La explicación ha sido detallada en diversas ocasiones y es que se trata de un plato elaborado por mi padre, con su receta, con sus formas, mañas, astucias y secretos.
Los frijoles con huevo de la casa de mis padres son uno de esos platos que reflejan el amor paternal, la confluencia familiar y la posibilidad de tener siempre en dispuesto algún alimento delicioso en caso de hambre, antojo, o simple deseo de recordar la delicia de la vida.
Son frijoles cocidos en olla exprés, que después son sofritos con un poco de cebolla, para después refreírse con aceite y mezclarse con una generosa porción de huevo revuelto. Se colocan sobre una tortilla de máiz azul nixtamalizado originario del municipio mexiquense de Nicolás Romero, y decorados -para ampliar y mejorar el ya de por sí goloso bocado- con queso Cotija (región de Origen) y chile chiltepín seco originario del municipio de Xicotepec de Juárez, Sierra Norte de Puebla.
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localriverjournal · 8 months
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Empanadas de Queso con Rajas Poblano Chile and Cheese Empanadas Roasted poblano chile pepper and Manchego cheese fills these easy empanadas for a vegetarian lunch or dinner that's full of flavor.
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hinamikyoukachan · 11 months
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saraholle · 1 year
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Poblano and Cheese Tamales Tamales de Rajas con Queso In this authentic recipe from Mexico, homemade tamales are stuffed with a spicy tomatillo sauce with poblano chiles and Monterey jack cheese.
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grplteens · 1 year
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Cheese Dips and Spreads - Authentic Chile con Queso
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kon-konk · 1 year
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My mom and stepdad gave me several cookbooks and it's taking almost all my willpower not to just straight up ghost work for a week to cook as much as possible
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neongreencoffin · 2 years
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Hatch Chile con Queso
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tarjapearce · 5 months
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I'm just minding my own business, eating a nice hot Italian sausage sandwich, and my brain decided to do the naughty thinking
Imagine Miguel all pent up cause he hasn't been home cause our big man's a workaholic, and when he is home he's dead tired or you're busy too for whatever reason. You two finally get to sit down and have dinner for a little date night, he's just finally relaxing and ready to dig into the delicious meal you two made together, and the poor poor man looks up just in time to see your lips wrapped around a sausage or any other suggestive food item., and his brain just fries.
I never understood the food leading to dirty thoughts thing until one of my exes straight up forbid me from getting ice cream cones or popsicles on dates and he had to explain it. Now I just find it hilarious
Oh nonny, 🤭
Mild nsfw undercut. suggestive, Dirty minded Miguel ~
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It didn't matter how heavy his shoulders felt like or how hefty they slumped, exhausted as he was, knowing you awaited him with welcoming arms was his reward after an extra busy day at HQ.
The Boss would find himself lost in your loving embrace, replenishing his energies with that gesture alone.
"Welcome home, Miggy"
Your voice was like a lullaby after the countless screams, barking orders to recruits that seemed to be slacking and so many complaints about the little malfunctions of his gizmo. But now, he was home with you, ready to prepare dinner.
Being a leader was exhausting, and when he was exhausted, he'd be hungry. Mostly of the times he'd be starving for you. Either just physical comfort like showering him in affection, playing with his hair or even letting him snuggle you on the bed or couch, whichever he plopped on first.
But other times it was the hunger for having you a trembling and breathless mess underneath him, mewling his name and pleading for more of him.
He chopped his share of vegetables as you cooked other things next to him. The little chat about his day turned into little playful bites on his arm, trying to light his mood up.
"Go sit down, I'll serve. You're tired."
"I'm okay, corazón."
You slapped his butt gently and smooched him, "None of that. You always work hard. Lemme spoil you, ok? Go sit."
Knowing that arguing with you was futile, he went to his seat and you served him one of his favorite comfort foods.
Huevos rancheros, some chile con queso and some spicy sausages. The way his lips burned at the spicy food was one of your preferred faces he made whenever eating along a tall glass of lemonade.
He dug right in after you sat next to him, devouring his food like he hadn't eaten in a long time, and knowing him, he probably hadn't have a nutritious meal in the past days. He groaned in delight at your seasoning.
"You'll choke, sweetheart. Do you want more?"
"I'll get it, it's ok."
He was about to stand up when his eyes darted towards you and your lips. Pouty and kissable lips perfectly molded in the round shape of the sausage. His Adam's apple bobbed as you bit down gently on it, letting the taste invade your mouth with a satisfied groan.
Some of the meats juices scurried away in the corner of your lips, one of your fingers dabbed away the little droplets before sucking it off your finger. His brain was entering an override. Lips parted as you took another bite, a little groan rumbled at the base of his throat as his eyes fixed on the degluting motion of your throat.
Just the way it moved when he slid in and out of your mouth, using your warm crevice in a more creative and delicious way. Your tongue peeked to lick your bottom lip, cleaning the saucy mix off it to then release it with an inaudible pop.
"You okay?" Big, round bunny eyes stared at him innocently.
"Yeah..." He tore his eyes away from you. Cause he knew that if he kept staring, he'd just throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom where he'd make a trembling mess out of you. Tiredness slowly abandoned his body.
How could such mundane thing had turned his gears this way was beyond him.
"So good" You mumbled at the taste of the sauce he had done. His cock twitched almost involuntarily. Oh how he remembered the other intonations of such phrase, specially when he buried himself deep enough in your tight and moist walls.
"Miguel?"
His hands slicked his hair back, trying to placate his thoughts.
"Si?"
"Do you want more?"
He'd always want more, that wasn't even a question. Would it be too selfish to just rip your clothes off and bend you over the kitchen and raw you silly until your legs gave out?
Focus
But how could he when you were slurping the sausage off? Was it intentional? No. You were just hungry and he was definitely being dirty minded.
"You sure?"
"I'm fine, amor."
Lies. He wasn't fine and his cock certainly wasn't fine either, as it grew painfully tight in his sweatpants.
"Oh, you have something in your lips"
You'd dab away the sauce off him, to then lick it off.
Dios mío...
He stood gently to then pry the dishes away from your hands and threw you over his shoulder. It had been the last straw
"M-Miguel!" You giggled as he marched towards the bedroom. Exhaustion abandoning him completely.
Yeah, he'd be always hungry for something more.
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nattinatalia · 11 months
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Jack Harlow x Reader : BRUNCH WITH THE HARLOWS
This idea and request came from none other than my girl @harlowcomehome 🩵🤝🏻 hope you like it.
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It was a Sunday afternoon at the Harlow household, you were currently running around the kitchen trying to get the food ready for everyone.
Since the age of sixteen you and your six brothers had made a pact that every Sunday you would all get together for brunch.
It continued throughout the years, you even incorporated it into your relationship with Jack. It was a way for everyone to catch up and relax, even if it was only for a day.
“Mama, but daddy doesn’t like spicy.”
You smile, “I know bug, that’s why I always make two different batches.”
“I like spicy.”
“Missy, how would you like spicy food if I don’t give you anything with chile?” You turn to look at her as you’re pouring the boiled spices into the blender.
“Uncle Clay Clay gave us hot Cheetos and a spicy pickle.”
From the corner of your eye you can see who was walking into the kitchen but decided to make a turn.
“CLAYBORN HARLOW, you stay there.”
“H-how did you know?”
“My wife has Harlow senses.” Jack says, coming in behind him. “What did you do?” He asks his brother.
“Yeah, what did you do?” You ask him, smirking.
“I might have given the kids spicy snacks?” He shrugs, “In my defense it’s so they learn to handle spicy food, and not turn out like this weak one.” He says pointing to Jack.
“Hey, I can handle spicy.”
You smile at your husband, “Aww mi amor, no you can’t bubs, and that’s totally fine.”
“Whatever.”
“Don’t get grumpy daddy.” Mia laughs.
“Anyway, I came in here to see if you needed help taking out anything.”
“Hmm, probably take the sour cream, queso fresco and the avocados.” You tell them, pouring the hot sauce into a pan.
“That’s it?” Your husband asks, while taking out the stuff from the fridge.
“Come back in five minutes so you can help me take out the food.”
“Okay, um is this for outside?”
You turn around to see what he’s pointing at and nod. “Oh yess, Clay can you help your brother take out the jars of agua frescas please.”
“Did you make my favorite one?” His whole head is peeking into the fridge to see which flavor of aguas you made.
You laugh at that. “Yes, Jamaica and fresa con leche. Do not spill that one, that’s your mom’s favorite one.” You’re referring to the pepino con limón agua fresca.
“We’ll be back then.” Jack says and they both make two trips to take out the stuff needed for outside.
The brunch always happens outside, depending on the weather. When you and Jack were planning on building your forever home, you both decided to bring both your style into everything.
Your backyard and kitchen had to feel like back home. So you definitely incorporated some Mexican roots into your design.
You fall in love with your patio more every day, so whenever you can, you try to eat outside and cook as much as you can in your beautiful kitchen.
“Okay, which one do I take first?” Jack comes back in, heading to the stove.
“JACK NO.” You rush to him and smack his hands away. “No touching, and that one was the spicy one.”
“I’m hungry, and I’ve had the spicy ones before, I’m sure you didn’t overdo it.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure you won’t be able to handle it. Even your daughter said so.”
Jack raises his eyebrows and turns to look at Mia. “Really bug? I thought you were on my side?”
Mia shakes her head smiling. “I am on your side, but I saw how many baneros mama put in, those are really spicy, I heard grandma say.”
“Ohhh damn you used habaneros this time?”
You nod, “It’s a new salsa mi abuela shared with me.”
“So did you make one without the habaneros?”
“Don’t I always make one of each?” You ask him, crossing your arms.
“Yeah you do, okay let’s go.”
“I need to get napkins and wake Ezequiel up from him nap. Mia, go make sure daddy doesn’t serve himself the spicy one.”
Mia nods “okay mommy.” She answers and follows after Jack.
“Jackman, how are you going to serve when your wife isn’t seated yet?” Maggie scolds her oldest.
“She just texted me, she’s changing Ezequiel. I’m serving her plate and the kids, but I’ll wait for her to eat. You guys can go ahead and eat though.”
“No, that’s disrespectful.”
“We’ll wait for her as well then.” His dad answers.
Jack is helping serve the food onto everyone’s plates, while Maggie fills up the cups with agua fresca and orange juice.
“Oh daddy, that’s the spicy one.” Mia warns her dad.
“No, Clay took out the spicy one, I took this one out.”
Mia shakes her head “I know which cuchara mommy used for the spicy one.”
“I’m sure you’re mistaken bug.” Jack reassures his daughter.
Meanwhile Mia is shaking her head with her hands on her little forehead.
“Okay we’re ready to eat.” You announce as you and Ez are walking out to the patio.
You are finally seated and everyone starts to dig into their food.
“Mmm wow.” Maggie says. ”I will never get tired of your food. This is so delicious Y/N.”
“Thank you.”
“You taste that Maggie?” Druski asks, “That’s the taste of seasoning.”
“DRU.” You yell.
“Leave him, he loves to joke about my unseasoned food, but he was always getting seconds.”
Besides you, Jack starts coughing non stop.
You turn to face him and notice he’s turning red and sweating. “Uhh babe? What's wrong?”
“T-that.” He coughs. “That’s really hot.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Babe, you got the chilaquiles that I made with tomato sauce.”
“Yeah, and it’s spicy.” He’s chugging his water.
“Babe, that one didn’t have any chiles.”
“Mama, he got the wrong one.” Mia says from her seat, covering her mouth.
“Which one did you get Jack?”
“This one.” He points at the pan with the spicy chilaquiles rojos.
“No babe, that’s the habanero one.” You stand up and refill his cup with agua de pepino.
“I thought the spicy one was the one Clay took out?”
You shake your head “No, I told you, you had the spicy one.”
“Clay told me he had the spicy one.” He glares at his brother.
“You said you could handle spicy food, I was trying to prove a point.” He shrugs.
You shake your head. “Go inside and bring him a cup of milk and a paleta de limon please.”
Jack gets up from his seat, and starts doing jumping jacks.
“Jackman be serious, that’s not going to help.” His mom tells him, while she takes a sip of her drink.
“It’s going all the way to my head and down to my feet. It’s so spicy.”
“I told you daddy.” Mia yells out, taking a spoonful of her chilaquiles.
“I know Mia.” He groans out.
You shake your head, “Your brother is back with the milk and popsicle.” You grab his plate and transfer his food to your plate and serve him some of the non spicy chilaquiles.
“I don’t know who got you mad while making that sauce but a warning next time babe.”
“Jack, she makes two batches every time she cooks because she knows you don’t do well with spicy, so stop being so demanding.” Maggie tells him.
You smile at that, “He’s just dramatic. Plus, it’s a Mexican saying, when the salsa comes out spicy, we say that.”
“And we did tell him grandma. He just doesn’t listen, just like Ezequiel.”
“I do nothing.” Ez grumpily replies, he always wakes up in a mood.
Jack finally sits back down and he tries switching his plate with yours. “Do you want to die? I already got yours onto my plate.”
Jack's eyes go wide, “Oh my god, that would’ve been bad.” He takes a bite from his food. “Oh yeah, these are definitely the ones with tomato sauce.”
“You’re so weak man.” Dru laughs from his seat.
“All of you have so much to say when none of you even have the spicy one.”
“I got the spicy one and it’s bomb, a little hot, but it’s good Y/N.”
“Thank you Urb.” You reply.
You all continue eating and enjoying your Sunday afternoon. Sharing stories and laughing, even when Druski keeps picking on Jack and his mom.
“Did you add hot sauce on top of your eggs?” Jack asks you after a while.
“Huh?” You turn to look at him and see him halfway with the fork in his mouth. “WAIT.”
It was too late, he ate the egg but he immediately spat it out and started coughing.
“Who adds hot sauce on their eggs?” Jack coughs.
“I do.” You tell him.
“Shit not again.” He jumps out of his seat.
“Daddy, naughty word.” Mia yells out from her spot on the swing.
“Yeah yeah, you’ll be rich because my mouth is fucking burning, shit.” He replies and runs inside the kitchen, probably for some milk and ice.
You shake your head, “Never ending story with my husband.”
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callmeanxietygirl · 7 months
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"Si a una tortilla le pones comida, es un taco. Y si lo metes en aceite caliente, es un taco dorado. Ah, pero si lo metes enrrollado en el aceite, se llama flauta. Y si antes lo bañas en Chile guajillo, es una enchilada. Ahora, si al taco le pones queso por dentro, se convierte en una quesadilla. Y si le pones la salsa y el queso gratinado por fuera, se convierte mágicamente en enchilada suiza. Y cuando esa tortilla la partes en pedacitos, la metes en aceite y después le pones queso y chile, se transforma en chilaquiles. Sin embargo, cuando la metes en el sartén y la bañas con fríjoles, tienes unas enfrijoladas. Pero si en lugar de frijoles le pones salsa de jitomate, la has convertido en entomatadas!!!!
Si cortas tiritas y las metes en un caldillo de jitomate con pasilla crema, queso y aguacate, entonces es una deliciosa sopa de tortilla!!!
Si las enrollas y las bañas de crema y encima pones rajas de poblano y chorizo, te quedan unas maravillosas enjococadas... al cortarlas en triángulos y meterlas al aceite hirviendo, serán totopos...
Pero también puedes freírlas hasta endurecerlas, ponle encima todo lo que se te ocurra para que disfrutes de ricas tostadas..."
Y así, esto se llama "La Super posición cuántica de la tortilla"
*¡¡VIVAN MÉXICO Y LA TORTILLA!!*. 🇲🇽 🇲🇽
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