Nachos, the most cleaver food

By Catherine

Did I mention I have one foot in Texas? Probably, and there is a lot of consequences because of that. For one thing we eat plenty of TexMex food. It's probably the single type of food that's mostly on the menu in our home. It's so versatile, easy to make and actually rather low fat. Not many people believe me when I state that last thing. TexMex don't necessarily mean that you have to drown everything in cheese. Avocado is fatty, but it has the right kind of fat, so it's heart healthy.


I don't know if this video is entirely true, but it's a cute story and it made me laugh when I saw it, so I can't help but sharing it with you. Nachos is such a great staple-ware, if you want something quick just throw them on a plate. Sprinkle what you have in the fridge all over them, chopped unions, leeks, tomatoes, ham, minced meat and cover with a thin layer of cheese.
I always have a blend of grated mozzarella and cheddar cheese in the freezer... just in case of an acute hunger for nachos.

I use the grill setting in the oven. High temperature, short time. Just enough for the nachos and cheese to get some color, but not enough to make the tomatoes loose it freshness. Nachos on a plate should always feels fresh and light. Not soggy and cheesy.

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