Beans from the can? Bland, of course. A pinch of cumin, a touch of curry, and a few barely there shakes of chipotle. Tried and true.
Combine with salsa and a tiny bit of sour cream, put on top of chips.
Sit down and re-listen to a crazy sport medicine doctor and...
start crying from the extra spicy flavor.
I did not see the label for my salsa. It's the normal salsa jar in shape and size and color...the label is green...
I don't know which miserable, sneaky, no-good nimrod child o' mine put the flamin' hot Vesuvius style salsa in my shopping cart and then in my pantry but I will take no quarter. I'll just breathe on them when it's time to wake them up in the morning.
Emphasized with the Z-snap.
Yikes. Nimrods 6. Mom 17,200.
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Let's go Nimrods 7 and Mom 17,200. It's now two hours later and my lips are STILL numb. I don't know about my tongue, but it feels a lot smoother, as if my papillae have been removed by cautery.
Gah.
Gah.
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