My Esophagus, It Still Burns

(forgive the image quality, please, it's from my phone)

In an attempt to become more culinarily enclined, i uncovered a recipe that sounded rather tasty. anything chickeny, cheesy, tortilla-y, and with a tiny bit of zip is pretty ok with us, so i set out to wow my husband(ok, that's just funny) and had planned to prepare this dish for a few nights. on monday, i had the chicken breast all thawed out in the refridgerator, and afraid it would spoil, i decided to cook it, even though i wasn't going to be making the mexican delight that night. i had decided upon poaching the chicken to keep it plump and juicy...which was new for me...and i might add it turned out rather well. it stored nicely in a container of broth until last night. the recipe called for some green chile's and that was it for spices. i didn't think that would really amount to much in the way of taste, and some reviews i found reinforced my assumption. so, instead of using a can of chiles i used rotelle. and i also added a tiny bit of cumin. mmmmm! it smelled quite devine as it cooked in all it's goodness. Nehem commented a few times as he gazed into the oven that he was quite ready to partake of momma's creation, and he was sure that his cars would be joining us for some dinner, too. oh, and also probably a motorcycle or two. sweet goodness, i could barely wait the 35 minutes for it to get all melty and gooey before whisking it out of the oven! once it was finally out, i served up Nehem's little bit in a bowl and let it cool, then plopped Matt's out and handed it over for the official taste test. He said he thought it was pretty good, but that i wouldn't like it, as it was rather, ummm, warm. i thought, surely, it couldn't be that bad, i eat his rotelle dip all the time, add in some chicken and tortillas and i'm in a tastebud dream! i finally joined the boys at the table and tested Nehem's to make sure it had cooled, and it was nice and unsteamy by then...he took a big bite and promptly asked for his milk. now, the boy usually doesn't mind zippage in his food and usually withstands a bit zestier food than his mother. i then tried mine, and the first bite wasn't sooo bad, but the second one made me cough and my eyes watered. it was a bit like the fire of hades was blazing in my mouth. poor Nehem, couldn't understand why his mouth was on fire. he kept asking me to blow on each bite, "leally, leally hard! momma." now, i can say a friend of ours had two nice helpings, he thought it was great. he's a big fan of spice and cheese. i didn't get to ask if he needed any tums during the night. i sure did.