It’s been a helluva week. There were some good parts–a win for the Broncos (yeesh, what a nail-biter!) but there was also some assholery afoot. Just a few days after I tripped over Mozzy in the middle of the night and whacked my head on a bookcase (mild concussion) I took another hard tumble courtesy of stray computer/electrical cords and ended up in the ER with some very bruised ribs.
I have never bruised my ribs before, so I had no idea how absolutely excruci-fucky-ating that injury is. I am on serious pain meds and they’re barely making a dent. The most mundane things like turning the wheel of a car or getting out of a chair or breathing, for Chrissakes, send bolts of hideous pain screeching through my body. And if that’s not bad enough, I got the sorry news that a) there’s really nothing they can do for you if you injure your ribs and b) the recovery period is long.
I’m feeling quite sorry for myself.
*strange segue but stay with me*
Did you watch the cartoon The Flintstones when you were a kid? I did, although I favored the Jetsons or Josie and the Pussycats, personally.
What amused me about the Flintstones was that my Daddy-o was a dead ringer for Fred. At least in my child-like mind. Adults always remarked that Daddy looked like Jack Lemmon, but I was too little to know or to care about who that was, so for me, Fred was Dad’s doppelganger. I thought that was pretty cool. Who else has a parent with a cartoon twin?
My favorite Flintstones character, though, was Shleprock. Do you remember him? He was the little caveman who walked around with a stormy raincloud over his head at all times, and people were never excited to see him because he was the unluckiest shlep in BedRock and the bad luck seemed to rub off on whoever crossed his path.
“Oh no, it’s Shleprock!” they’d groan, rolling their eyes and preparing for doom.
That always tickled my funny bone, but given the recent turn of events, maybe that’s not so funny.
Because clearly, I grew up to be Shleprock.
Not cool, universe. Not cool.
So, while I wait the long-ass time it’s going to take to recover, I’m going to share a recipe from the archives. It’s a recipe that’s just in time for a place at your Super Bowl party table, and best of all, you can make it a day or two ahead in the slow cooker and it’ll just get better and better. Plus, it’s delicious and pretty healthy.
A healthy choice at a Super Bowl party is a pretty good idea, because statistically, the Super Bowl is America’s #2 Overeating Holiday (Thanksgiving is first, naturally). If you eat a bowl of this, maybe you won’t feel so guilty about hoovering in that queso dip or those wings?
Okay, you’ll probably still feel a little guilty, but live a little. Just eat your chile, too.
Old-Fashioned Colorado Green Chile
recipe slightly adapted from Anita Edge
2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken thighs, trimmed of extra fat and cut into bite-sized pieces
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1/4 teaspoon pepper
3 tablespoons flour
2 cups diced fresh tomatoes (or one 14-ounce can), seeded if desired
1 can chicken broth (14 ounces)
1 cup water
2 1/2 cups diced, roasted green chiles (about 20) seeded and skinned
2 cups diced onion
salt and pepper to taste
1 (14-oz) can white or pinto beans, drained and rinsed (optional)
juice from one lime
tortilla chips, cubes of avocado, shredded cheese, sliced green or red onion, chopped jalapenos, sliced black olives, sour cream, lime wedges
Brown chicken thighs, garlic and pepper in a large skillet. Add flour; stir and cook 2 more minutes. Place all ingredients except beans in a crock pot and cook on low 2 to 3 hours. If desired, stir in beans half an hour before serving and warm through. Add lime juice, stir, taste for seasoning and serve with garnishes.