I love anything with a superlative in its name. Especially anything called Impossible. Couple that with the phrase Taco Pie and you’ve got a simply irresistible dish. Seriously, I love Mexican food. Especially at-home Americanized Mexican food.
There’s really not a lot to say about this except that it was delicious. And easy. It would’ve been great if I didn’t have to bust out the hand mixer, but that’s the price one pays for a self-made crust.
I used my 8×8 Spice o’ Life CorningWare since my pie pan was a wee bit too small.
Crap, this was good. Impossibly good? I’d put it up there with my favorite Stove Top Casserole (which I made yesterday for myself because it’s starting to feel a bit–dare I say it?–autumnal). I am not happy to admit that I ate the Impossible Taco Pie leftovers for breakfast the next day. Because that makes me sound gross (but this is coming from a girl who could eat her weight in cheese). I am a little gross.
I would totally make this again. But would have to make it for other people as well, for fear that I would eat it all by myself in one sitting and slip into a food coma, later die, and be discovered by my landlord with half of my face missing because Brian ate it off to survive. Brian would totally do that because he can sometimes be a bit of a dick.