It just isn’t fair. Nopales did not deserve to be massacred by my hands only to turn out slimy and inedible to my wussy taste buds. They could be so much more! So I am here to announce that I think I finally know what I am going to do the last week of this year. I wanted to tell you all about what I have planned for next year, but I’m still holding that close to my chest.
Before 2019 makes an appearance, I am going to try and do a whole week of do overs. There have been quite a few picks that I would love to revisit and either prepare them in a completely different way or just give them another shot. I would gladly welcome guests with their own dishes, I feel that a get together would be just the thing to end the year on.
Anyway, nopales probably have a secret behind getting the slime completely dried up, I feel sure of it. I just have to find out what that secret is and try again. I think I really expected them to be a cross between a bell pepper and a green bean for some reason. Just because they are from the desert doesn’t mean they will be spicy hot so I guess it was a silly assumption.
Anyway, I wish I had more to say about them but I barely ate any of it and literally couldn’t stomach anymore. I may be able to encounter some professionally cooked nopales in the wild, but that may be a difficult find in the Southeast, namely Knoxville. If anyone knows of a place that knows how to treat a cactus paddle let me know on the suggestions page and I can give nopales the attention they deserve.
Try 52 