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I ate it. It's gone. It was yummy. And then I thought of sharing it. . . Therefore, I have no picture of this delicious dinner to show you: Jane's Enchiladas! Every time I come across this recipe in my cookbook, I think of my Aunt Jane, naturally, because it was named after her when she passed it on to my family. Jane Nymeyer was actually not my biological aunt, but most certainly was an aunt in so many ways. She came into my life when I was in a 5th grade and my mom was in a low point in her struggle with lupus. She and her husband (suitably called "uncle Rich") helped us through that time and remained close friends with our family. She passed away from cancer the summer after my mom did. I remember that she was spending some of her last weeks in the Christian Health Care Center and my dad, brother, sister, and I stopped by after church one Sunday. At the time, it ("it" being sickness and death) was still too painful to see her as I was still dealing with t...