Aramark, who provides food service for this little desert college I go to, puts it on everything. Pizza? Sure. Quiche? Why not! Your Monday-morning made-to-order eggs which you specifically requested no green chile? Absolutely. Cream of broccoli soup? More like cream of green chile soup! Pasta? Oh, yeah, who doesn’t want the fine taste of green chile in their otherwise-bland-but-vaguely-alfredo-esque sauce?
Seriously, for the love of god, stop it. Green chile belongs on things where normal people may consider putting red salsa. Normal people would not put salsa in their cream of broccoli soup or on their pasta or pizza, so please, stop doing this.
205 days until I can leave here forever and go someplace where they don’t consider seasoning things with green chile the state hobby*.
*I was going to say sport, but I think that’s drunk driving. sigh Oh, New Mexico.