Well, it didn’t happen this morning, so I’m safe for now. But this afternoon is not going to be friendly. Fall is green chile season in New Mexico, and the first smells of roasted peppers can be smelled throughout the state. It will pick up near the end of the month, be nearly ubiquitous (heck, you can even get green chile roasted at the bank!) in October, and then you won’t see a trace of it by mid November. Last year, my roommate and I bought 5 large burlap sacks full. $100 worth of green chile. We’re almost out.
As luck would have it, my mom picked up a bag that has already been roasted, peeled (which is a PITA!), chopped, and frozen for me this weekend. It costs twice as much as peeling and chopping yourself, but it’s more than worth it.
Well, last night I thawed out a quart size bag, that had been flattened to about 3/8 of an inch thick, and warmed up some tortillas. Before I knew it, I had eaten the entire thing! So, now you can see why I’m not looking forward to this afternoon. Perhaps I can pick up one of those doughnut pillows during lunch.