I started the day by trying to roast some Poblano Chiles with the gas flame from my stove. I researched it last night by watching a google video, where this nice old lady gently turns the peppers while humming a little Spanish melody.
So that was my goal for the day and not the burnt fingers, or the pepper catching fire like some Indian god or the swearing but I roasted them god damn it, peeled their skin and stuffed them with goat cheese and walnuts, dipped them in batter, fried and served them on brown rice.
I think I could have cured cancer in the time it took to make ‘em but Em says it was the best thing she has ever put in her mouth, which both insulted and pleased me greatly.
I don’t think I am making it for breakfast tomorrow but I do want to try it with a bit of mango next time. I can't believe I am actually uttering the words, next time.