Shit, I mean, I can barely spell rellenos, much less make one that isn't just janky. Also, like that presentation? That's called "giving up." I learned it by watching using Windows.

I'm gonna admit. Most of the time this blog serves nearly no purpose other than to blow smoke up my ass. I mean, really, this shit reads like an "I'm a genius because I made this taste better then a pile of puke" self-righteous list of things I can do better than some other people. But, yes, even I, as amazing as it may be, have my failures.

Not-fully cooked chicken due to massive thawing issues? Yeah, that first cut had a nice cross section of pink jelly-like sashimi deep down inside. And nothing, I mean nothing, is more appetizing than raw chicken which bleeds all over your mashed potatoes.

Like "jerk" chicken which was just greasy and green? Yeah, who's the jerk? Me! But, boy, did that pineapple ever make it look even more appetizing.

The most recent fuck up was definitely these rellenos. I decided that since, you know, I can follow instructions on how to make enchilladas verde, I must be the best Mexican chef ever. Apparently, I am not. The peppers roasted OK over the gas burners, and the skin peeled off. What was wrong though was the filling. Toasted pumpkin seeds + corn + jack cheese != a cohesive filling make. I probably should have ground the seeds or boiled them to make them soft or something. And added some cilantro. Anyway, these were dismal. Julie humors me well though and even finished her portion.

I mean, shit, I've probably even spelled rellenos wrong throughout this post.

Thank god for rice and beans.