Yikes, sorry for not posting for so long, three loyal readers. This whole single-mommy act has been a bit draining lately, and blogging has been at the absolute bottom of my list. But tonight after cooking a real meal and not something from a box or the freezer, my tummy is full and my tastebuds are delighted (homemade guacamole does that to me), and I get back on the bloggy horse. And off we go.
I have to confess something. It's a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but it's a huge skeleton in my culinary closet. Yesterday, I was watching Sam the Cooking Guy- have you ever watched him? I love him. I used to watch him when he was on the public-access cable channel, and I can't tell you how happy I am that the folks at Discovery picked him up. Anyway, yesterday he was making guacamole (which very blatantly inspired my guacamole-making tonight), and the ingredients were very straightforward: avocados, tomatoes, onion, lime juice, cilantro, chipotles. It looked yummy. EXCEPT. Here's the thing...deep breath... I've never had chipotles... because I'm scared of them.
Stop laughing. Yes, I am scared of chipotles. I know that they are smoked jalapenos, and I am not scared of jalapenos nor smokiness, but I AM scared of chipotles. For some reason, I think they are going to taste suspiciously like mole sauce, which I think is vile. Chocolate is not meant for use in savory dishes no matter what the ancients say. And while I KNOW intellectually that mole and chipotle are nothing alike, and that there is no chocolate in chipotle, I can't bring myself to try it. I am afraid. Very afraid. And I know this really affects my culinary cred (what minuscule amount I hallucinate that I have) because chipotle is the biggest flavor trend since, I don't know, wasabi. I mean, there's an entire chain of restaurants called Chipotle. Have I been? No. Hear it's good, but uh, yeah, that whole chipotle thing kind of gets in the way.