Day 13: or The Day I Made Fajitas, Sort of

Since I arrived, I have been cooking dishes I am not very familiar with. I enjoy trying new things and improving my cooking, but cooking for 6 other people puts the pressure on. When I make something up at home, if I don't like it, oh well. Here, it is dinner, not an experiment and they are usually quite hungry. So I was happy when they wanted me to try my hand at a Mexican dish.

Only thing is, we don't really have the ingredients for it. I grilled chicken breast with peppers and onions. We had found some Mexican seasonings, so I threw some of that in there. It was... interesting. The tortillas were actually pretty tasty. The salsa was bland, but that wasn't a shocker. They also bought cheddar cheese just for the occasion. Yum. They don't have pinto beans here, so red beans it was. No sour cream to be found, but they did have avocados. It was a hodge podge of sorts, but in the end, it tasted good. Not necessarily Mexican, but good.

Back to the salsa. It was your garden variety mild picante sauce. The 16 year old can't handle spice, so she inquired about the level of spiciness. I said, there wasn't any, I couldn't taste it, just tasted like tomatoes, onions and belle peppers. A little too sweet for my taste. Apparently, I was wrong. The other girl tried it, and quickly said "actually, it is kind of spicy. Oh, quite spicy." Oops. I'm telling you I couldn't taste it. I'm not sure who has a warped view of spice, but we definitely don't see eye to eye. I put The Kid to bed again. Tonight went smoothly, once I could get him to sit down at least. An easy day. It was in the 50's, but cloudy. The girls and I decided to find an indoor pool to swim laps in. Seeing as how my left foot is not allowing me to run on it, I was happy to hear someone wanting to find alternatives.