Nachos for dinner

Every now and then I get the worst craving for nachos, usually during Monday Night Football or on snow days.

And tonight for dinner.

I made chili-roasted broccoli & grape tomato nachos, with garlic and a mix of cheddar and mozzarella cheese.

And when I make them myself, for just me, I can make them how I like them - with a very thin & even layer of cheese over all the chips, a layer of roasted veg, a sprinkle of cheese over the top, and the whole thing dusted with chili powder. Then baked until the cheese is melted and the outer edge chips are almost toasted.

Now, I can't help trying to eat them all, but inevitably I make more than I can really eat. Which is fine, because leftover nachos are like leftover pizza: even better cold and eaten in the morning for breakfast!

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