I made this up on my own, because I couldn’t find any one recipe I liked. And, I have to say, it turned out completely delicious! I’ll have to snap a picture next time I make it.
2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1/2 small onion, chopped
2 small cans of diced green chilis (could use 1 big can)
2 cans fire-roasted tomatoes, drained
2 cans enchilada sauce (I used one mild, one medium, mixed together)
4 cups mexican blend cheese
Marinate chicken breasts in lime juice and garlic salt. In a large skillet, cook chicken through. Remove from pan and shred.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In the SAME PAN (without washing), saute onion and green chilis, scraping brown bits off bottom. When onion is soft, add chicken and tomatoes. Bring to bubble and remove from heat.
Spray a 9x13 dish with non-stick spray.
Spread a thin layer of enchilada sauce over bottom of pan.
Build layers like this: Tortillas coated in enchilada sauce, 1/2 of chicken mixture, cheese, tortillas coated in enchilada sauce, 1/2 of chicken mixture, cheese, tortillas coated in enchilada sauce, cheese.
Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes, until hot and bubbly (everything is already cooked, so just going for blending the flavors here). Let set for about 10 minutes before serving.
Could garnish with salsa, sour cream, cilantro, etc.
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