This is not a good sign. I mean, someone is reading at least some of my posts and remembering at least some of what I write. This behavior cannot be tolerated.
Anyway, Neesers, it's a little complicated, and I say that as a guy who just wants to say "I went out to the backyard and put a tarp away" but turns it into an
essay. But basically, yes, the dinner and its aftermath went fine, it didn't give her any major problems like the anticipated Ring of Fire the next day.
But she was not feeling well for reasons not having to do with the chili, ate the chili in hopes that the nutritional (if fiery) goodness would help her out, and went in to work the next day and toughed it out because her work ethic is off the charts.
I met her when she came home, brought in a grilled cheese and soup from our favorite place, catered to her, cleaned the kitchen, put the dishes away and reloaded the dishwasher, made sure the TV was on what she wanted to watch for the night, basically just let her rest and try to recover, and put her to bed, where I should join her shortly.
However, the remains of the chili verde are packed up as a lunch for me. I don't want to feed it to her again until I can learn to tone down the recipe by a heat octave or three.