Do y’all have a certain thing you cook that has a name of its own despite you trying to call it by its proper name over and over? My grandma used to make this fluffy, fruity dish for holidays. Our entire family simply calls it, “The Pink Stuff”. I’m sure it originally once had a real name. But, “The Pink Stuff” is what stuck. This recipe is similar. I tried so hard to call this a stacked enchilada casserole. Because that’s what it is. I called it that every time I talked about it (It’s a mouthful, I’ll admit). And every time, my husband said, “Oh, the Mexican lasagna!” Finally, I gave in.