My sister makes enchiladas that are about as far removed from Mexican food as you can possibly get. She uses ground beef, tons of cheese and canned chili. No real spices or anything.
In high school, I had a best friend whose grandmother was always at the stove making fresh tortillas. I’d walk in the door after school and Gram would stuff hot, fresh, buttered tortillas in my hands. Oh my goodness. On my way out the door, she’d do the same. YUM. My friend always wanted McDonald’s. I always wanted to eat at her house.