Mostly True Memoirs
I bought a big bag of Hatch chiles.
I chopped one chile up and sauteed it with some onions to eat in a chicken dish.
It was quite tasty, but I couldn’t figure out what the all the fuss is about Hatch chiles.
Until I roasted the rest of them.
Roasting, apparently, stimulates their inner Satan.
I discovered a tiny cut on one hand that I didn’t even know was there.
Violent cursing may or may not have ensued.
I made a big batch of salsa with the roasted chiles.
It is very tasty, but quite hot.
I’m going to have to make some chilaquiles.
Everyone knows that chilaquiles with green sauce is the BEST.