chicken with jalapeño

I woke up this morning having dreamt this. In the dream I was preparing for a party with a few other people and this was sitting there along with store-bought corn tortillas so I tore one and used it to scoop as a spoon even though that was not the intention whereupon I woke up. Then back in real life I go to myself, I go, "You need to make that." These are the components of a chicken enchilada except it is not rolled up, they are not fancy, and they're not baked as a casserole. 

I do have milk although it is in a tin and it is evaporated.

I do have chicken broth although it is in a carton.

I do have cheese  although they are the wrong types.

I have jalapeño both fresh and tinned.

I have chicken in the form of cooked thighs.

I have spices falling out of the cabinets. 

I have masa harina to make tortilly-yahs.

and I have onion and garlic.

So. I made what I dreamt and ate it as I dreamt it, as an unmannered lout directly from the pan.   It is everything I dreamt. More strongly flavored than your average enchilada.