Last night I made some garlicky mashed potatoes and used them as enchilada filling. It didn't turn out so great. The potatoes got dried out as the enchiladas baked in the oven. They weren't terrible or anything -- we still ate them, covered in a "queso" which helped somewhat with the dryness factor.
I'll have to play around with my recipe before I feel comfortable posting it. Maybe it's simply a matter of whipping more milk into the potatoes before I spoon them into the tortillas.
Dessert was more successful: apple clafouti from Vegan on the Cheap.
Tony described it as apple cornbread; I thought it was more like a fancy apple pancake. I liked that it wasn't extremely sweet. Jackson didn't care for it, which made me a little sad. But then I remembered that he eats apple pancakes for breakfast practically every morning, so he was probably just experiencing apple overload. Sometimes it's good to be reminded that he's his own little person who goes through different phases with food, just like anyone. One day he can't get enough of a certain food, and the next day he won't have anything to do with it. But that's normal -- sometimes I'm not in the mood for leftovers, either!
I'm pretty much always in the mood for hummus, though. The kalamata is already gone!
And the horseradish would be, too, except that it's my favorite, so I'm eating it conservatively to make it last longer.