
New Mexican hot dish, stacked not rolled
Enchiladas that gave up on rolling and lay down in layers instead.
At a Glance
Story
In New Mexico you stack enchiladas, you do not roll them, and the state takes its chiles seriously enough that the official state question, a real one on the books, is red or green. This is a red. Green would not object, but it was not asked.
Ingredients
- 1 lb ground beef
- 1 tbsp neutral oil
- 1 tbsp flour
- 1 onionchopped
- 3 cloves garlicminced
- 1 jalapeñominced
- 2 tsp chile powder
- 1 tsp ground cumin
- 1 tsp dried oregano
- 1 × 14 oz can chopped tomatoes
- ¼ cup water
- 12 corn tortillas
- 2 cups cheddar and American cheesegrated
- chopped raw onioncrème fraîche and salsa, to serve
- salt
Method
Another no-recipe recipe I have wrangled into amounts for you, a Tex-Mex stack built like a lasagna and eaten with a spoon. The crème fraîche on top is the house move, cooler and cleaner than the usual dollop, and it holds its nerve against the chili instead of sliding off.
- Brown the beef in the oil with the flour and a pinch of salt, breaking it up as it goes. The flour does quiet work, thickening the juices into something that clings. Lift the meat out and set aside.
- In the same pan, soften the onion, garlic and jalapeño in the fat. Return the beef and season with the chile powder, cumin and oregano.
- Add the tomatoes and the water and let it reduce to a loose, spoonable chili, 5 minutes or so. Taste for salt.
- Heat the oven to 425. Warm the tortillas in a dry skillet a few seconds a side so they turn supple, the difference between a stack that holds and one that shatters.
- Spoon a little chili into a casserole dish, then lay tortillas flat across it like the first sheet of a lasagna. Repeat, chili then tortillas, building your strata. Finish with the last of the chili and all the cheese.
- Bake until bubbling and blistered on top, about 20 minutes. Serve with raw onion, a spoon of crème fraîche and salsa alongside.
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