I missed something too and can't find it. Hope you're well Flake.
Srbo best wishes to you as well! I can't seem to keep up on here these past several days. Work is taking over my life.
if-so-Grrl Good to see you! I know chronic pain can bring on depression, so you're fighting quite a battle. Peace and healing vibes to you! Be well!
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I'd be happy to help you with that!
I just switched to my computer and a real keyboard - that "Smart" (dumb) phone is so hard to type on! (no - mine does not look like this one )
What I hadn't counted on was that it's taking 4 hours to transcribe 1 hour of dictation. And I've got 16 hours of interviews. It's so time consuming, but very spiritually enlightening. I'm loving listening to it.
I make really good chili (he said immodestly), but in my many decades of life, I've never tried green chili a/k/a chili verde. I started to wonder why.
My smattering of cookbooks didn't have it. I went online. I didn't like their recipes.
So I got home a bit early today and started doing things up. Most of the recipes I saw called for pork, but I wanted shredded chicken. So I cooked that up and used some specialty spices, local blends, from a downtown spice store. I cut up a bunch of chili peppers we got from a farmers market setting that I (incorrectly) thought were not that hot and sauteed them up with more spices. After a thought, added some bell peppers. Couldn't find onion, and kicked myself all over the kitchen for neglecting that.
Put it all together with chicken stock, water, more spices, and a whole jalapeno to get the taste without the heat. Let it go for a while on the heat, added some milk, some canned spiced tomatoes, and flour for consistency.
Result: With one exception, pretty good. That exception was that Grandma accused me a number of times during the meal of trying to kill her. It turned out to be pretty hot, spice-wise. I melted cheese on hers, brought her sour cream, fixed up some quesadilla wedges to go with it, and we poured milk.
I know what to do next time. Cut back on the chili peppers, increase the bell peppers, and use more meat. That was the other thing - it wasn't quite meaty enough. But it sure was tasty. She kept telling me so in between the accusations of attempted murder.
Privately, I'm a little worried about what her complaints might be in the morning.
I wish my husband knew that cooking for me would please me infinitely. I tell my girls to marry a man who cooks. I try to teach my son to cook. It would mean so much to me if someone in this house would take 1 night of the cooking chore away from me. Bravo to you! It's still not chili weather here yet. Waiting impatiently.