chihuahua

Blistered Jalapeño Poppers

What’s Cooking in Gail’s Kitchen? A Cut Above: Blistered Jalapeño Poppers! The next time you are in the grocery store, check the refrigerated section for Mexican ingredients. Oftentimes, this is where chorizo is found, as well as the popular Mexican cheeses. I stumbled on to this discovery one time and decided to try a bag of shredded chihuahua cheese. Its taste resembles a slight cheddar sharpness with a mild, buttery finish. And the best part is, it melts like a dream…which makes it perfect for creamy dips, dense fillings, and bubbly fondues. 

BLISTERED JALAPEÑO POPPERS

Ingredients: 

10-12 jalapeño peppers, washed and patted dry

1 tablespoon olive oil

12 ounces Mexican chihuahua cheese, shredded

Chile Lime seasoning, to taste 

Instructions: 

Slice the jalapeños in half lengthwise, removing and discarding veins and seeds. Place the peppers, cut side down, on a wire rack on a foil-lined baking sheet. Brush with olive oil. Broil on High setting for approximately 5 minutes to char. You will see them blister, so watch carefully. Remove the peppers from the oven and carefully flip them over. Fill each jalapeño pepper with Mexican chihuahua cheese. Mound the cheese since it will shrink down as it melts. Sprinkle with chile lime seasoning, to taste. Return the baking sheet to the oven. Broil for 3 minutes longer, or until the cheese is  blistered and bubbly. Watch closely. Transfer the stuffed jalapeños to a platter. Serve while warm. 

If Chihuahuas Could Talk

Just like people, I suspect not every dog automatically loves the beach. Take a chihuahua, for instance. Typically, they enjoy being cuddled, carried around in the crook of a young lady’s arm, or nestled in a canvas bag above the crosswalk of heavy footsteps. While rambling barefoot along the oceanfront this morning, I passed a gal sunbathing on a blue striped towel. She didn’t seem to mind reclining close to the shoreline beyond the reach of crashing waves. Like a sleep number bed, the sandy beach conformed to her body shape. The Winter sun was brightly shining. Although the temperature was rising, the cooling sea breezes felt refreshing. About six feet away the tiny brown dog was sitting with a look of displeasure on its face. One paw was raised above the beach as if to keep the fine, loose grains from getting between its toes. It slowly turned in my direction, blinked its eyes, and shifted uncomfortably as though a few light brownish pebbles had already lodged into the derrière folds of its short fur bottom. I could practically read the chihuahua’s thoughts:”This is ridiculous!”

“How much longer are we going to be here?”

“I’m thirsty and this ocean water tastes like salt.”

“I have sand in my ears.”

“I have sand between my toes.”

“I have sand in my butt cheeks.”

“And I want to go home!”

If only chihuahuas could talk.