Last night's supper was nearly a disaster. For my sins, I administer a WhatsApp group that is intended to warn - alert - the members about the potential of a crime or criminal activity. If you read this post and some of my others, you'll know that I live in a little village where, it seems, everyone knows everyone. Crime happens in every community... However, this group is not for chatting. Thank heavens. I hate those and it's one of the reason that my phone is permanently muted. Last night, let's just say that things got a little out of hand after a post in error during the morning that resulted in banter between some members and which should have stayed between friends. A person, and a victim of crime, not in their inner circle, took umbrage and things blew up!
Let's just say that there was much hurumphing and flouncing and the equivalent of doors slamming as people left. My partner in crime fellow admin weighed in and curtailed things. However, not before I'd had a slew of private messages.
Consequently: the onions and peppers ended up being scorched rather than seared. Happily, not all was lost. I'd not added the cooked chicken...
I had wanted to make fajitas. It was already pitch dark and I needed herbs and chilli and...I was running late. It was the seasonings that were a problem - or more accurately - the combination of seasonings that was challenging me.
I thought carefully about what was in the fridge and at hand without having to find a light, a coat or brave the cold night air.
The plan: a pinch of herbes de Provence and a dollop of homemade harissa. Somewhere, I thought I'd posted a recipe. It must be on that to do list of promises...
The result: more than satisfactory and served on homemade flour tortillas.
I have nicknamed this combination of Texmex and, Moroccan and Mediterranean, Moxican... I'll be remembering it for when I need rescuing in future.
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things: