I believe I already mentioned burning my wrist on Wednesday. Sadly that was only the beginning of my fajita-related troubles. Usually when I make fajitas, I make up the marinade myself, but this time I decided to get all fancy and try a marinade mix. I was also trying these fake chicken strips for the first time and I was worried that my regular marinade wouldn’t be strong enough for them. Well, this mix was so strong that my eyes started watering while I was making it, so strength wasn’t really an issue.
It turned out to be so spicy that I could only eat about half of my fajita before I had to give up. Luckily, John loves spicy food, so he enjoyed it. Unfortunately, he also decided to share some of it with Seamus, which was a huge mistake. Huge. On Thursday morning, poor Seamus ran to the front door and howled because he was experiencing serious tummy troubles. Troubles which continued for most of the day. And then Thursday night he got up at 12:30 and again at 4:30 because he had to go out. Tired as I was, I was still grateful that he asked to go out. Two days later he is finally feeling better.
So, burned wrist, dinner I couldn’t eat, sick dog, no sleep for me or John. That’s fajitas 4, us 0. I don’t think I’ll be making them again. And John definitely won’t be giving Seamus anything spicy to eat again.
Ahh, but you have lived to fight another day. The fajitas may have won the battle, but they have not won the war!