Yesterday I made stuffed bell peppers. I specify bell peppers because I occasionally (twice) make Chile Rellenos as well. I have a few dishes that I never really make the same way twice and stuffed bell peppers is one of them. Here is the basic recipe:
Four bell peppers
One can of diced tomatoes (14 ounce)
One can of black beans (14 ounce)
One can of salsa (4 ounce? - very small) or make a little of your own
A couple small slices of Monterey Jack cheese
Sour cream
Mix the tomatoes and beans together and stuff into peppers. Add a couple teaspoons of salsa and a couple slices of cheese in each pepper. You can either place the peppers in a crock pot and have dinner ready right after work or put in the oven at about 400 degrees Fahrenheit for about 45 minutes (I place the peppers in a enamel coated cast iron Dutch oven). Serve with a dollop of sour cream. Depending on the size of the peppers they may not be fully stuffed with just those ingredients and this is where the changes take place.
One time I made this dish and added some polenta. It was edible but I wasn’t impressed – never bought the stuff again. Another time I had some extra frozen corn from another dish I had recently made and so I added that. With both of those variants, Kurt took little notice. Last night I made it and cut up a couple carrots – he freaked out. “You added carrots!” he says with disgust. He likes carrots. I guess he felt they don’t belong in this dish at all! He acted like I may as well have served live chickens.











August 1st, 2007 at 12:18am
No Erica~if you had served live chickens he sould have to chase his dinner all over the house! If he doesn’t like what you make, why doesn’t he cook dinner?
How active is the basketball lately?
August 1st, 2007 at 10:34am
hahaha very true Janice! He does cook. We try to take turns and usually he likes what I make - I guess this one caught him off guard or didn’t meet the usual expectations. And many times he likes to act childish just to annoy me. He’s a pest, but I’ve come to the conclusion that men stop maturing at the age of 12, so I expect nothing less.
The basketball is doing great! I think her space is getting a little more cramped cause now I can see parts poking out from time to time, but she’s very active.