
This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook by preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks' opponent.
We love the Southwest. Maybe it’s because we grew up around water, mountains, and evergreens that we find something really remarkable about mesas, expansive sunny skies, and don’t even get us started on cactus. We love those green and prickly bastards.
Now the Southwest is about to get something else that you won’t be able to find up here, the NFC West Championship. Of course winning the NFC West this year is like winning a fistfight in a recovery room, but still you get to go to the playoffs.
Whether their fans want to admit or not, the Arizona Cardinals are heading towards the playoffs, as Seattle’s nightmare sports year continues to churn shit all over the place.
Okay, sports gods, we get it, somehow we pissed you off. Taking the Tuba Guy away from us was another notch in your hate belt.
Are you punishing us for booing Shaun Alexander a year after he won the MVP, embracing Willie Bloomquist, or just Jerramy Stevens in general?
What we need now is some soup to warm our insides, and we can also use it to drown ourselves come the third quarter after Koren Robinson drops another pass. Watching him drop the ball in the end zone last weekend was like getting back together with an old girlfriend, and then remembering why you guys broke up.
"Oh that’s right, you want us to show emotion."
Okay, so Chile Verde is more of stew than a soup, but we had some this summer in Santa Fe, and trust us, you can drown in the stuff.
Quick lesson for all of you gringos thinking about sneaking into Mexico for the chance at employment in the coming months: "verde" is Spanish-talk for green.
We’re cautiously optimistic about all the chiles involved. We are one of those people that thinks that we love spicy food, only to immediately remember our mistake one bite in. Brain, you should really be writing these things down, oh, and muscles, keep on looking tight and toned.
We are going to use two types of chiles, poblano and jalapenos, so we will have plenty of bread and water on hand.
Although one can use chicken, we’ll be sticking with the traditional pork.
Of course we said the same thing to our self on prom night and, well, we ending up crying the entire bus ride home from our date’s house.
We'll report back on Tuesday, and if you think you're so fucking great why not try and make the stuff as well. Then we can all compare notes as our fathers stare at us disapprovingly.

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