I do not like full-grown dogs, but I’m freakishly obsessed with puppies, and I very much want one. I’ve noticed that I make a weird noise in my throat when I see particularly fluffy puppers on the street/social media.
Most of my favorite songs are about smoking weed and/or pole dancing. In real life, weed gives me panic attacks, and the concept of me pole dancing is comical. I have no upper body strength.
I know that if I take a scalding bath in the middle of the summer I will be sweaty and light-headed for at least 2 hours afterward, and yet, I do it anyway. Multiple times a week.
My computer almost died in a tragic water accident years ago. I still don’t backup.
Consuming apples or tea on an empty stomach makes me instantly nauseous, but I regularly eat an apple or make a cup of tea when I’m feeling peckish.
I hoard back issues of food magazines on the bottom shelf of my desk because “I might want to make one of their recipes one day.” I have never once touched a mag after putting it on the shelf.
I like to be cuddled when I go to bed even though I know I can’t actually fall asleep while cuddling.
My roommate points out that I have food stuck in my teeth after every meal we eat together, but I never check my teeth when I eat alone or with friends. Therefore, I almost always have food stuck in my teeth?
I think I’m allergic to pineapple. I add pineapple to pretty much everything.
According to my best friend Google Analytics, people do not like stew recipes, but I continue to publish them several times a year.
While this post may seem like nonsense so far, I’m totally going to make a super intellectual and self-reflective point here. All of these seemingly random statements have something very important in common…
They’re all personal behaviors that defy common sense. And of these idiosyncrasies, the last one is definitely the strangest. Honestly, I’m straight up befuddled by my stew posting fetish.
Given my love of cooking and food, stew is an odd item to feel so strongly about. It’s not particularly exciting to make stew, and God knows it’s one of the least sexy things to look at. In fact, most stews are sort of reddish brown and resemble vomit, making them an absolute bitch to photograph. Answering “Stew!” to a “What’s for dinner?” query rarely elicits the same type of excitement as something notoriously dank like enchiladas or pizza, not to mention that stew prep usually requires forethought and some decent simmer time. In short, I get why people aren’t scouring the internets in search of STEW.
When writing the above list, I realized that a rational human would change these behaviors to improve his or her life (and potential blog traffic?), but let’s be real…I’m not gonna. Change makes me itchy, and even as I type this post about stew, I’m eating an apple (that will probably be stuck in my teeth for the rest of the day), thinking about getting a puppy, and listening to “Rack City.” I’m the teensiest bit disappointed in myself right now, but NOT on the stew front.
I firmly believe that stew is awesome, and I’ve successfully convinced myself that I can still make stew happen. People just need the right recipe to convince them! Fingers crossed that recipe is Chipotle Chicken Stew.
This one-pot wonder is hearty and comforting with a serious kick and a hint of smoke. The sweet and savory toppings were actually inspired by one of my favorite pizzas (heyo, Chickpotle from Spunto), and they really take this stew to the next level, so really go to town when decorating your bowl. If the idea of fruit on stew really upsets you, avocado would be an equally delightful, if somewhat less adventurous, addition. And since the recipe takes about 30 minutes from start to finish, is made with mostly pantry ingredients, and requires minimal cleanup, this is one stew you can whip up on a weeknight or whim. YASSS, etc.
For the full recipe, hop on over to FromThePod.com. (I’m very grateful for their help in spreading the stew love.)