This is what green chile stew is supposed to look like. This is *not* what mine looked like, and I’m not sharing a pic of the reality. Y’see, despite my excitement for Autumn and making things, I accidentally cooked the stew in the crockpot for 48 hours. It is a charred mess - the chicken has morphed into dehydrated beef - that somehow my boyfriend, Scott, keeps eating. I wanted to wax poetic about the aromas of the chiles, the onions, the garlic, blah blah - it didn’t work out, ok? IT DIDN’T. It didn’t smell like Albuquerque, it didn’t even smell like a corner bodega. I failed. Royally.
Tomorrow I will review perfume, something I sort of know a little bit about.
