Lately I’ve found myself on somewhat of a rollercoaster. Nothing is super chaotic, but things just aren’t balanced. I know where I want to be, now I have to convince myself to go for it and stop sleeping on myself. I’ve cut out “friends” that I wasn’t really ready to give up on, but I knew they weren’t adding to my life the way I wanted them to. It’s okay to be a little selfish sometimes right? To want more for yourself is normal…right? I’ve just been doing me. I’m content with that until I figure it all out. I’ll be on some shit right now, for a while, until it feels right. Whatever “it” is. This song, “For A While”, pretty much says it all when I can’t find the words.
The more people disrespect me, the more I learn what I can and cannot tolerate in my life anymore. That’s certainly not an invitation for people to disrespect me, I’m just saying when it happens, it’s not going unnoticed or without a consequential reaction. The old me would lash out, cuss out everyone and as my closest friends will say, “go for your jugular”. The more mature me realizes that I do not have to attend every argument I’m invited to. That’s it’s okay to know that I’m worth more than losing my voice in an argument just to be heard by someone who has already stopped listening. I use to literally stress myself out to the point of being crying mad. I can’t give the energy I’m saving to create a better life for myself to someone or something that could care less if I’m okay or not. It’s simply not worth it. I use to think that was such a cliché thing to say, almost dismissive. But I get it. The more I get tried, the more I get it.
I have to remember that life I’m trying to live will not include everyone who I once called a friend. You know how they say “Everything happens for a reason”, it’s true. All I’ve asked from the universe is to live a life stress and drama free. So when people or thing eliminate themselves I’m actually relieved that I didn’t have to do it and explain why. I’m okay with letting them think it was me, that I was the issue because I know better. No amount of money or likes on social media will ever take precedence over that.
On a recent trip to Las Vegas, I visited a Sephora store. I knew from the moment I walked in that I probably should have left my credit card at home. I get really excited when I see makeup, brushes, concealer oh my! My goal was simple…buy lashes. I literally walked in and silently sighed to myself when I saw the Huda Beauty area. This palette caught my attention, obviously for the packaging. I mean yassss…look at those brows! 😍 The colors are so warm and beautiful! You can see by looking at the palettes how well each color can blend with each other. I immediately started swatching my arm in the store and caught the attention of a few girls who were lingering around.
So far I’ve done a couple of natural looks with some of the orange-rustic colors. These colors are very pigmented but heavy in the sense that they apply with ease and are very buildable. I hate when I apply eyeshadow and I end up feeling cakey. Not with this palette at all. This palette does not disappoint!
Huda Beauty: Desert Dusk Eyeshadow Palette ($65) | Sephora
There was a moment in time where I prayed for your demise. I literally hoped you would die. Do I feel bad for thinking that way? I do now, but at the time I was hurt. Hurt by actions, words, broken promises, deceit, hurt by so many things. Nothing you could have said or done would have changed the fact that I wanted you to die. Every time I drove into Atlanta, and ended up in an area familiar to you, my gun was in my lap. Premeditated? Maybe. I was ready. I knew if I saw you, there would be no words. There would be no tears. Hell, I didn’t even have any questions to ask. There was no explanation needed for the fact that I was planning to empty the clip and reload and empty it again at first sight of you. Eventually the anxiety stopped, the fear wore off. I wasn’t scared of you, I was scared of what I would do to you because I was angry.
I mourned your loss as if you’d died and I guess, for me, you did.
Not only did I pretend you died, I practically erased you. Every picture, every small gift, anything that reminded me of you, burned to flames. A shirt you left in my closet. A card you gave me for a belated birthday. A box of incense. A dog collar for the dog I bought you. A dried up rosebud left over from the last dozen roses you bought me that were laced with lies. Trash. All of it. I even moved just so you wouldn’t know where I live. Because I know you, you would have popped up knocking on my door begging me to take you back one more time.
I made one tiny mistake. I deleted you off of all of my social media except the one place I thought you would forget you were following me on. I almost think I did it on purpose because I knew you would look for me and I wanted you to see that I was dope without you. Remember when I told you, “You’ll look for me in every woman you entertain. And when they ask about me, I hope you tell them that you fucked it up.” I don’t have to ask if you realize that you fucked it up because it’s literally been over a year and somehow you manage to click like on almost everything I tweet.
Fuck you, you’re nothing.
Intoxicating and penetrating
You crept into my space without intruding
With a gentle demeanor
How-do-you-do schoolboy smile
That creased across your face for miles.
Your sideways glances give me
A tingle from my head to curling toes
That makes my heart shiver and dance
Drunk with that 40-ounce gaze
That keeps me light-headed with that
Feeling of sleep deprivation
On no-doze and a heavy-lidded daze.
Running my hands over your mystical skin,
Soft lips, and firm chin
Ooh. Real nice.
Makes it hard for me to hold on to
The moan that wants to escape from
Inside my throat
Get lost in those
Soft kisses and teasing hands that sends
Just one chance to catch that glance
That had my 40-ounce gaze amaze
You played ways of emotions
That had me believing in love potions
Floating’ on waves of oceans.
Your shy look crawls into the meaning
S l o w l y
Vibrate my stomach
Trapped and can’t run from it.
Behind your neck I kiss…
Your eardrums play when
My whispers made your day
Your eyes wide closed
Your mind so open
When my fingertips touch your token
We try to save
But can’t help to sip
The “40-ounce” gaze
I think I’m slowly turning into a foodie. Which is not necessarily a bad thing at all since I like to eat. But I’m still on a weight-loss journey so I need to watch this new venture closely. It is, or was, crawfish season down here in Georgia. For about the last month or two I’ve had a pound of crawfish almost every weekend. A few days ago I purchase some crawfish tail meat and as determined to do something with them besides dip them in remoulade. And thus, my new favorite dish with my own little twist.
- 1 stick butter, unsalted
- 1 cup onions, chopped
- 1 cup green bell peppers, chopped
- 2 tbsp minced garlic
- 1/4 cup flour
- 2 cups beef broth
- 2 tbsp of tomato paste (Hunts w/ basil, garlic and oregano)
- 1/2 bunch green onions, chopped
- 1/4 cup fresh parsley
- 1-2 tbsp cajun seasoning
- 1 lb crawfish tails
- cooked long grain white or jasmine rice
- In a large pot, melt the butter over medium-high heat
- Add onions, bell peppers, garlic, and saute for 30 minutes
- Add cajun seasoning and crawfish, saute for 1 minute
- Stir in flour, saute for 3 minutes
- Add beef stock, tomato paste and and crawfish tails, bring to a boil
- Reduce the heat and simmer until thickened, about 10-15 minutes
- Stir in the parsley and remove from the heat
- Serve over rice and garnish with additional parsley or green onions
- Sprinkle with Crystal’s Hot Sauce for additional seasoning
I’m good for a while. I’ll talk more, laugh more, sleep and eat normally. But then something happens, like a switch turns off somewhere and I shutdown. I am left with this darkness of my mind that I can’t explain. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. I’m scared. Terrified that one day I won’t make it back up. I feel like I’m gasping for air that I don’t even want. On a thin like from getting up and falling back down. So I sit. Sometimes in silence, sometimes in tears, every time alone.
Good Black men are indeed all around us. We pass them on the streets, in the malls and the halls at work. Most we can’t see because we don’t know what a good man really looks like. He usually isn’t flashy enough or rich enough to turn our heads. He might not wear a suit or push a Lex. He might not have a “body like Arnold with a Denzel face”. But, as you mature, you’ll realize it’s better to find someone who’s got your back than someone who can turn your head. A good man doesn’t agree wholeheartedly with everything you say. He doesn’t just tell you what you want to hear and do the opposite. He doesn’t declare how sensitive, sweet, caring, sincere, yada yada he is he won’t have to because it shows. He has his own opinions and you may clash, but he doesn’t have to degrade you to prove he’s right. He even admits at times to being wrong, especially if you are willing to do the same. A good man is not going to meet every item on your check list. He is human with frailties and faults mixed in with all of his wonderful, strong attributes. He needs your love and respect. He needs to feel that you don’t live to “catch” him doing something wrong so you can declare, “Aha! I knew you were a dog!!” A good man doesn’t necessarily give you a huge birthday or Valentine’s gift. He shows his love in the ways that are comfortable to him. Don’t judge him by TV standards. No one is living that fairy tale life for real. You’ll miss out on your own fairy tale by buying into the myth that our men are no good. It’s just not true. So please be patient. If a guy says hi or ask how you are, just politely respond doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to consistently talk to him. Just appreciate that someone is speaking to you and being genuine about it.
I didn’t write this, but I love it!
Her lips moved a mile a minute as she re-applied her make-up after a morning meeting. She was rambling on about her new boss. “Girl, this man is so rude! I’m telling you, I can’t believe they hired him to be the director of our center. I just know he’s going to change shit up and ruin everything.” Misa was a training supervisor at an insurance company. Her job only seemed interesting when new people joined the team. She loved meeting new people and training them to be top notch representatives for the company. Something about knowing that she was behind the success drove her to work hard every day.
I first noticed Misa in the lobby of the agency while delivering documents from another division. As I was chatting with the receptionist Paula, I couldn’t help but watch her lips, so full and glistening from the triple layers of gloss she had applied. I’m pretty sure I had totally missed another story from Paula about one of her 3 grandkids, because my breathing labored the moment I saw those lips, it was like the room fell silent and she was all I could see or hear. Misa had walked up to inform Paula that she was leaving for the day and to call another manager if any walk-ins came to inquire about jobs. In just those few moments I was mesmerized. Misa was thick in all the right places. I could see her ass from the front and her thick legs were flawless. She stood there in five inch purple stilettos, a grey pencil skirt and a purple blouse that was barely covering her triple d’s and deep cleavage. I could see that her bra was gray and imagined that her panties matched. Her hair was long and curly and her makeup was a perfect match to her blouse and shoes. This girl was bad! At first sight most would think she was a diva. But the moment she spread those glossy lips, you’d see just how chill she was.
She glanced up from her iPhone, smiled and said “Oh hey, I’m sorry. I’m just talking, I didn’t see you two in conversation. I’m Misa.” “No problem, I know how it can be when you’ve got your eyes focused on the iPhone. I’m Char.” She giggled and touched my arm. I could feel a warm sensation shoot through me. My panties immediately moistened and I could feel my pussy throb. Before I could say anything my friend Robin walked up to retrieve the documents I was there to deliver. “Char it’s so good to see you!”, she said as we embraced in a hug. Robin and I worked in the same center when I first started at the company. Everybody has someone at work that they are close too and she was my work best friend. We saw less of each other at work when I moved up in the company and she stayed in the same division. But we still have “girls night” every other Friday.
“Hey Robin, aren’t you in a good mood”. “Well of course girl, it’s Friday and I’m really ready to get it poppin tonight. Especially since it’s your turn to cook. So what’s on the menu?”, she said with her hand on her tummy like she was starving. “Well, I’m not sure yet. I have this new cook book and I saw a recipe for some Caribbean dish I want to try. You know how I do.” “Ooo Caribbean food is my favorite!”, Misa chimed in. I was surprised to see a gleam in her eye that I hadn’t seen before. I felt my nipples harden beneath my blouse and I got the feeling she could see them harden as well when she bit her bottom lip and looked at my breasts. Something about this woman was driving my body insane. Robin spoke just as I felt my knees getting weak, “Misa, you should join us. Char is an excellent cook! We have girls night sometimes on Friday’s and it’s her turn.” Misa looked at me and smiled and said “Well, Char, I like to eat!”. I knew that she meant more than food by the way she played with a curl that had dangled into her face. I reached into my purse, took out my card and scribbled my address on the back. I handed it to Misa and said “See you at 8 and bring a bottle”. She smiled, said her goodbyes and sashayed out the building. I watched that ass bounce with every switch in her hip. As she made it to the end of the walkway she must have felt my eye on her because she slowly looked back over her shoulder and winked at me.
I was in the kitchen cooking a Caribbean style meal when the doorbell rang. I knew it wasn’t Robin because it was exactly 8pm and she was never on time. I walked slower towards the door when I realized it was probably Misa. My breathing became labored again and my palms started to sweat. I wiped them on my velour pants and took a deep breath before opening the door. There she was, in a pair of jeans that looked like they were painted on and a pink t-shirt that was almost too small. She looked up when I opened the door and flashed that beautiful smile. “Mmm, smells great Char! I brought two bottles, one light, and one dark. I wasn’t sure what kind of juice you had to mix it with.” I stepped aside to let her in and said “This is the house of plenty, I’m sure I have something for either. Come on in, mi casa, esu casa.” When she walked in she brushed her breast up against me as if there wasn’t more than enough space between us. I knew then that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I closed the door and walked into the kitchen, sitting the bottles down on the bar as I passed by it.
I was back at the stove, stirring and tasting the dish when I felt her hovering over my right shoulder. “Oh wow, you know I was a little skeptical at first when Robin said you could cook. Especially Caribbean food. But that Columbo looks and smells amazing. Can I taste?” The seductive tone in her voice and the look in her eyes spoke volumes. I took a spoonful of the stew and put it to her lips and blew to cool it. She began to blow it with me all while keeping her eyes on me. When she finally tasted the stew she closed her eyes and moaned. “Mmm, I’ve never had Colombo so good before Char.” “Thank you, I try.” I turned back around to get a glass from the cabinet to make a drink. When I reached up to grab the glass I suddenly felt Misa’s hands grab both of my breast. She kissed the back of my neck and pulled me close to her. She smelled so good. Like sweet tea on a sunny day. I couldn’t even speak. I gasped but stood as I was and closed my eyes while gripping the cabinet door. I was afraid to move. I thought if I moved and woke up from this dream I would have been pissed off for the rest of the year. She slowly moved her left hand down my stomach towards the top of my pants and started teasing me by playing with my panties. She maneuvered her right hand under my shirt until her fingertips met my nipple. I’m so glad I decided not to wear a bra with this top. She was tugging and twisting my nipple so hard a little pain shot thru me. It was that good sexual pain I had read about. It hurt so good! My nipple was pleased because it hardened immediately.
She was licking and sucking and biting my neck with such desire. I started grinding my ass against her. She slowly slid her hand down my wet panties and giggled when she felt my moist pussy between her fingers. I stood on my tippy toes awaiting her entry into my love box. She playfully rubbed my pussy and then slid 2 fingers in me. I gasped even harder and almost collapsed on the kitchen counter. She turned my body so that I was now facing the island in the middle of my gourmet kitchen. I heard the stack of cookbooks hit the floor after she removed her hand from my shirt and slid everything off the island. She took her hand and ran it up my back then bent me over the island face down. Her left hand was back inside of me fucking my pussy. I moaned in pleasure as she grabbed my pants with her free hand and pulled them down. With my face to the table I wiggled a little so my pants would fall to my ankles as I stepped out of them. She gave my panties a rough tug as she literally ripped them off me. I listened as the material shred and fell to the floor. She pulled her fingers out of my throbbing pussy as she spread my legs from behind and got on her knees. I felt her blow on my pussy before she stuck her tongue in me. Her mouth was so warm. I learned that day that Misa meant what she said about liking to eat. She devoured me. She licked me from my ass to my pussy over and over again. My pussy got wetter with each lick. She lightly nibbled on my clit and I ravished in the feeling of her teeth on my clit. She put 3 of her fingers back in my pussy as I damn near screamed in ecstasy. There I was sprawled out on my kitchen island with Misa’s face buried in my pussy. I started backing up on her long thick tongue as my body began to tense up. I knew I was about to have an orgasm. I had been with women before but nobody made me feel like this. It was intense. As my body tensed even harder, Misa slowly stood up and turned me around so that we were now facing each other. She put her hand back in my pussy so fast, I missed it. We were now face to face, sweating and panting. I spread my legs so that she could keep fucking me. Her lips were so close to mine we were sharing oxygen. She stuck her tongue out and I sucked it while grabbing her big triple d’s. I grab her by her hair and kissed her. She kissed me the way she had just kissed my pussy. I tasted my juice in her mouth and that made my clit hardened. I whispered to her “I’m coming Misa…mmm I’m cumming”. She fucked me even harder as she bit my bottom lip. I closed my eyes, twisted her nipple with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. My leg lifted and wrapped around her thigh. With each stroke of her fingers inside me, my body banged harder against the island. I was about to come harder than I had ever come in my life. She bit my lip harder and whispered “Come for me…I want to watch your pretty face while you come on my hand, Cum for Misa…cum now!”. I felt her thumb doing circles on my clit and before I could say “yes” my body convulsed and my pussy throbbed repeatedly as I came. I felt my juices sliding down my thighs as Misa held me closer. She kissed me and I came again. I hugged her so tight because I felt like I was falling. I couldn’t believe she had made me come twice in a row.
I stood there staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do next. Something about her made me nervous. She kissed me softly and said “How about that drink?”. She slid away and made her way to the hallway bathroom. I was still standing in my kitchen literally half naked and still in awe of this beautiful princess. I bent down to pick up my panties and pants and saw a pair of feet that weren’t mine. As I looked up, Robin greeted me. “So are we cooking in the nude tonight?”, she asked as she looked down at me. I had no idea how long she had been standing there. “Robin, hey. When did you get here?” “Just now. I knocked but you didn’t answer and the door was unlocked. I figured you were in the kitchen with the music on. But I didn’t think you’d be cooking with no bottoms on. Girl…this is a new one for me.” She had no idea what had just happened. I was thrilled because Robin could be somewhat judgmental about my personal life. She knew I was bisexual and always had questions because she was curious. I knew she wanted me to make a move on her but I never did. I’m not the teaching type. Besides, Robin and I have shared too many secrets to share a bed as well. It would kill the friendship. I hurried to gather my clothes, hoping that I could make it to my bedroom before Misa came back from the bathroom. I could hear the water running as if she were taking a shower. But Robin was too busy sampling the food to notice so I turned the music up. “I was actually cooking and spilled some of the stew on my leg. I hurried to pull my pants of trying not to burn myself. You just happened to come in right as I was about to go change.”. “Oh no, are you okay?” “Yeah girl just scared me. The food is hot and these pants are thin. I’ll be back in a few. Make yourself a drink.”
I hated lying but it came out so easy. As I walked down the hall, Misa opened the bathroom door and was completely nude. “Wait, Robin is here…come with me.” We quickly walked down to my bedroom and Misa pushed me onto the bed face down once inside. “You drive me crazy Char. I see you and I just want to touch you everywhere.” She climbed on my back and began to rub my back and shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the back rub. She started to pull my top off but I stopped her midway. I wanted to see those triple d’s. I wiggled enough to flip myself over without pushing her off. She was tugging at my top until I gave in and pulled it off. Her bouncy curls fell all over her face just as she leaned in for a kiss. Why was her mouth so warm? Our tongues twirled as our breast mashed together. I could feel the heat from between her legs on my thigh. She maneuvered herself until our clits kissed. As she started to grind, I heard a knock on the door. It was Robin. “Char, Kim, Dana and Amber just arrived. And you know I burn in the kitchen and not in a good way. Girl get yo butt out here before we have to order pizza.”, she laughed. “I’m coming right now and stay out of my kitchen Robin.” Misa lowered herself and stuck her tongue deep in my pussy and sucked my clit with so much force, I thought it would cave in. When I moaned and my legs stiffened, she knew I was going to cum already. I don’t know what she was doing to me, but I fucking loved it! My back arched and I exploded.
I laid there breathless as she got up to put her clothes back on. “Do you have a back door that doesn’t involved passing the living room?” I was so discombobulated I could barely think. “I think we can make it to the garage and you can go out that way. I’ll push everyone into the den so come back in 5 minutes.” “Char, I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slut. Your body has been driving me crazy since this morning. I’m very attracted to you and hopefully we can finish what we started.” I was surprised; she actually looked like she was afraid that I would reject the offer. The way she’d just fucked me, I would have paid her to come back. “Listen, I’m not judging you. How can I? I’m naked and satisfied. I enjoyed this and would love to get to know you more.” I licked my lips to remind her that I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting her. No way was she getting away from me that easy.
There are times when the biggest moments become the hardest. We must learn to learn from our mistakes and not become them.
Promise to treasure your time, use it wisely. Don’t fall in love with potential, wait for proof. Remember that just because you want it, doesn’t mean it deserves to have you. Be patient, but don’t procrastinate. Be hopeful, but not naive. When it’s right, you’ll know because you won’t have to force it. You were not created to live depressed, defeated, guilty, condemned, ashamed or unworthy. You were created to be victorious.
Shrimp & Grits has definitely become one of my favorite meals. I find myself looking for it every time I visit a seafood restaurant, hoping that it tastes just as yummy as the last place. So far only there are two restaurants here in Atlanta, Georgia that make really yummy shrimp & grits to my liking. If you’re local, try them out: Gumbeaux’s Cajun Cafe and
Scales 925. But since it’s not always easy to get to these places when you’re really hungry, here’s an awesome recipe!
Cajun Shrimp & GritsPrint This
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 2 andouille sausage (I use Johnsonville Andouille)
- 1 cup chopped onion
- 1/2 cup chopped green onion
- 1 teaspoon minced garlic
- 1 teaspoon cajun seasoning (I use Slap Ya Mama Cajun Seasoning)
- 2 1/4 cups of water, divided
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
- 1 cup fat-free milk
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup uncooked quick grits (I use Jim Dandy)
- 1 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
- Slice andouille sausage into circles the short way.
- Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat.
- Add sausage and sauté 2 minutes or until edges are golden.
- Add onion; sauté 2 minutes.
- Add garlic; sauté 1 minute.
- Add shrimp to pan, sprinkle with Cajun seasoning, and cook 3 minutes, turning once.
- Add 1/4 cup water, scraping pan to loosen browned bits.
- Remove mixture from heat; add butter, stirring to melt.
- Cover and keep warm.
- For the grits, bring milk, salt, and 2 cups water to a boil over medium-high heat.
- Reduce heat.
- Gradually add grits, and cook until thick and bubbly (about 5 minutes), stirring constantly with a whisk.
- Remove grits from heat; add cheese, stirring with a whisk until cheese melts.
- Spoon grits evenly onto 6 plates.
- Top evenly with shrimp, andouille mixture, and sprinkle with green onions.
This is literally one of the most requested meals in my household. I put my own spin on everything that I make so if you’ve seen mine, you’ll notice it’s a tad different. We love cheese around here so I top my enchiladas with freshly shredded Monterey Jack cheese before placing it in the oven. This dish is best served with black beans and black olives, if you like those.
Roasted Shrimp Enchiladas with Jalapeño Cream SaucePrint This
- 1 pound medium shrimp, peeled and deveined (I suggest tiger shrimp or farm raised shrimp)
- 2 tablespoons olive oil, divided
- Salt and ground black pepper, to taste
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 small onion, diced
- 2 cups shredded green cabbage
- 1 carrot, peeled and grated
- 3 cups baby spinach
- 2 tablespoons chipotle pepper, in adobo sauce
- 1/4 teaspoon oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 12-14 (6-inch) corn tortillas, warmed
- 2 cups Monterey Jack cheese
- 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
- 3/4 cup sour cream
- 2 jalapeños, seeded and minced
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- Salt and ground black pepper, to taste
- 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
- Place shrimp onto the prepared baking sheet. Add 1 tablespoon olive oil, salt and pepper, to taste, and gently toss to combine. Place into oven and roast just until pink, firm and cooked through, about 6-8 minutes. Remove from oven and let cool before dicing into bite-size pieces.
- Reduce oven temperature to 375 degrees F. Lightly oil a 9×13 baking dish or coat with nonstick spray.
- Heat remaining 1 tablespoon olive oil in a large skillet. Add garlic and onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until the onions become translucent, about 5 minutes. Add cabbage, carrot, spinach, chipotle pepper, oregano and cayenne. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the spinach just begins to wilt, about 1-2 minutes. Add shrimp and gently toss to combine.
- To make the sauce, melt butter in a large saucepan. Whisk in flour until lightly browned, about 1-2 minutes.
- Gradually whisk in chicken stock and cook, whisking constantly, until incorporated, about 1-2 minutes. Stir in sour cream. Add jalapeños and garlic powder and simmer until the sauce has thickened, about 2 minutes; season with salt and pepper, to taste. Remove from heat and stir in cilantro.
- To assemble the enchiladas, lay tortilla on a flat surface and spoon 1/3 cup of the shrimp mixture in the center; sprinkle with cheese. Roll the tortilla and place seam side down onto prepared baking dish. Repeat with remaining tortillas and shrimp mixture.
- Pour half of the jalapeño cream sauce evenly over the top. Place into oven and bake, covered, until lightly golden and bubbly, about 20 minutes.
- Serve immediately with remaining jalapeño cream sauce, garnished with cilantro.
CREDIT: DAMN DELICIOUS