Dating the Drama Queen
“Omigod, this chicken is hot,” Sheila says, waving her hand in front of her mouth before reaching for the water.
“The waitress said it would be hot. It says ‘very spicy’ on the menu,” Ty points out.
“Yeah, but they always say that. The food is never hot. Not like this. It should come with a warning.”
Ty rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure it did. Twice.”
“I think I’m going to complain.”
“And say what exactly? I know you told me it was going to be hot, but I didn’t believe you, and the food is hot?”
She folds her arms across her chest and presses her lips together. “Just once couldn’t you be on my side?”
“Not when you’re being stupid.”
She huffs, shakes her head, and then throws her napkin on the table. She grabs her purse. “Call me when you know how to be loyal.”
“Always with the drama, Sheila. I’d say, call me when you grow up but I’m not sure that’s possible in my lifetime.”
As she walks away, he’s sure that he should feel something other than transforming relief. He leans back in his chair, takes a big sip of his beer.
The waitress approaches. “Must be something in the air tonight.”
“Yep. That woman’s boyfriend just skipped out on her too.”
He glances over at the cute brunette who looks very happy for someone who was just ditched. Just like he feels. When she glances his way, he raises his glass in a salute. To kindred spirits.
Chipotle chicken is a dish I invented back in the days when I ate meat and loved all foods spicy. To create the dish, I used a pound of chicken breasts (no skin), chipotle in adobo sauce (the whole can of La Costena or equivalent), a 15 oz can of chopped tomatoes, cumin, chili powder, a cup or two of water. Cook altogether in a saucepan. As the chicken cooks, probably after 30 minutes, shred it with two forks. If it doesn’t shred easily, cook longer. Continue cooking until there’s next to no liquid. I served it with tortillas, sour cream to cut some of the heat, rice, beans, and corn.
These days, I would probably add minced garlic and a little cocoa powder to add a richer flavor.
Of course, these days I have no comparable vegetarian recipe. For some reason, I can’t take the heat quite as much as I used to. If you’re brave enough to throw the ingredients together, let me know what you think.