I must admit, I am refusing to accept the fact winter is rearing its brutishly cold head around the corner. I can also admit, although I am certain most people who know me have figured this out already, that I seem to have an addiction with chilli.
This is a good thing and a bad thing. Good? It sure as hell warms me up when I'm cold (I'm looking at you, Melbourne). Bad? The more chillies I eat, the hotter I like them. Now I want to use it in everything I cook. Add a recent trip to Thailand and the household's chilli harvest afternoon not too long ago to the equation... and there's nothing to curb the addiction in sight anytime soon. This is coming from the girl who, at 9 years old, considered a smattering of cracked pepper on her dinner plate to be "too spicy" and refused to eat a bite of her tainted dinner. Where did it go all wrong?
I'm going to roll with this chilli vibe for a while - at the very least until I have mastered the art of central heating 101... and because I have years of childhood chilli neglect to make up for.
I whipped up an incredibly quick and easy dinner tonight to satisfy the craving, using the same thai dressing I made with my fish and coconut rice the other day. The free range chicken was on super-special this evening so I grabbed a couple of breasts (the chicken's ones, don't worry), poached them for 25 minutes, shredded them and tossed in the dressing with a sliced capsicum and cucumber & served atop a mound of steaming hot coconut rice and a mammoth wedge of lime. What more could you ask for (more chilli, perhaps?).