Just...meh.

Almost thirteen years ago I set to work going through all the recipes in my "favorites" cookbook. It turned out that many of the recipes that were in that cookbook I had never tried (so how, exactly, they became "favorites" is beyond me). But I digress.

I implemented "experiment night" on which I would try one of these recipes and the family (smaller back then) would evaluate the dish. There were three rules;
1) Be honest - if you don't like it and don't say anything, it may come back to haunt you.
2) Erika can't take the critique personally (yes, I had a habit of this...on occasion), after all, it was about the food - not the cook.
3) There's always pizza.

It didn't take me long to get through that "favorites" cookbook, but by the time I did a habit was born. Now I was in the routine of trying new recipes...regularly. A family of guinnea pigs had been born.

Thirteen years later, we have never once had to order pizza because of a botched dinner.  In fact, a whole second "favorites cookbook" has been born; I now have so many recipes that I'm converting them all to digital using recipe management software!  And in that time we've only had a small handful of "it's fine, but you don't have to make it again" dishes.

So, tonight's dinner - the Cheesy Chicken Enchiladas - falls into that small category of dinners we call "it's fine, but you don't have to make it again".