I made the most delicious supper of all time today.
That is approximately four Poblanos, four Jalapenos, and six Anaheims. I cooked them with one white onion, then added two bags full of Tomatillos and a splash of beer (Tecate, if it matters). Last I added some protein — Chicken for Will, which I browned first, and Chick Peas for me. Helloooo, Chilli Verde.
We ate it with a little sour cream, cilantro, and a hot batch of cornbread.
(This would be a picture of the finished meal, but I ate it.)
Alas, despite what seemed at the time to be reasonable caution I burned the shit out of BOTH my hands on the hot peppers. I am in agony. I have spent the last several hours alternating aloe gel, ice, and sour cream on my hands. Now I have one on ice and the other soaking in rubbing alcohol (when I am not typing, two and three words at a time). If I sound desperate that is because I can’t even hold my son without pain.
The general opinion of dear old Dr. Google is that I’ll be good as new in eight or more hours. In the meantime I can’t even knit. WHY, GOD, WHY?
I need ice cream and Guinness.