Lately I have pretty much been feeling like a South-Texan-Mexican. I base this feeling on several acquired habits which I am demonstrating.
Habit 1:
I now crave Hot Cheetos con limon, queso, y jalapeños.
Habit 2:
I get my water from those water stations that are every two blocks down here.
Habit 3:
I feel comfortable when it is 80+ degrees inside my house.
Habit 4:
I put hot sauce on the table to be used as a condiment in virtually every meal.
Habit 5:
I instinctively yell "Chinga pendejo!" when my coworkers play pranks on me.
So, tonight I decided to take the next step and try my hand at Mexican cooking beyond tacos and nachos. I was craving some good chicken tortilla soup, and had a bunch of necessary ingredients lying around the house, so I got out my knives and got to work. I was not following a recipe or really any previous knowledge of how to make tortilla soup, so perhaps that was foolish of me.
The good news is that I believe it had the potential to be very delicious. The bad news is that I over-estimated my spice-tolerance when I chopped up those 3 giant jalapeño peppers and threw them in the mix. This one little oversight has rendered my tortilla soup virtually inedible (at least by me). Next time, I will only need 1 (MAYBE 2) peppers. Lesson learned.
I guess I am not Mexican after all. At least not yet...
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The other bad news is that I realized when I was typing this that the jalapeño juice has seeped into my skin and is causing my hands to burn uncontrollably.
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