As I pulled the Crescent Chicken Enchiladas from the oven and called my guys to the table, Hubby gave me a strange look. He had seen the menu for the week posted on the refrigerator as it always is. He knew we were having Chicken Enchiladas. He forgot about the “crescent” part of the description. I’ve got to tell you, as I made and baked the enchiladas, I had my doubts too. It was strangely out of the ordinary even for me. They were really long, one enchilada cut in half was more than you needed for a serving. As Hubby noted, they were different. Guess what? Different was down right delicious!