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I consider myself an adequate cook. Not a great cook, or even an exceptional cook, but definitely adequate. Allan says there a just a few instances he can recall when he thought I might be trying to kill him. One of those occasions actually occurred before we were married, when I made some seafood dish in my new crock pot. Let’s just say the after effects were not pretty. But he married me anyway.
A few days ago I started making tacos for dinner. I used to use the packaged powder seasoning, but now I season it myself with garlic and cumin and coriander (less sodium) and mix it with tomatoes and beef. The recipe calls for diced tomatoes with jalapeño peppers. Usually I can find that, but apparently not on my last trip to the grocery store. So instead I just bought a can of jalapeños. I wasn’t sure how much of the can I should use, so I just dumped in the whole thing. Wrong choice.
The tacos smelled great. The tacos looked great. But with the first bite, there might actually have been smoke coming from our ears. Well, maybe not that bad, but enough for Allan to comment that I might be trying to kill him again. A little spicy, aren’t they?
With just two of us, we often have leftovers for lunch the next day. The rest of the taco filling is still in my refrigerator. I guess that says something. Want to stop by for lunch?