A Monkey Wrench

I had planned to make chicken mole tacos with pomegranate margaritas last night. I picked up some cilantro and flour tortillas at the store during the day, along with a pint of what looked to be freshly made salsa verde. When I got home, I washed a handful of cilantro and put it aside, and made some additional salsa with 2 scallions, two small blood oranges that were starting to shrivel, and a handful of strawberries. Late in the afternoon, I set the chicken (thighs) to simmering on the back burner.

Then the power went out - from 4:30 until 8:00 PM.

Not wanting to open the fridge because both it and the freezer were full and we had no idea how long the outage would last, we couldn't access the salsa, the tortillas, the jar of Trader Joe's Red Mole sauce, OR the pomegranate juice. All we had was the chicken and the bowl of cilantro. I remembered we had a can of Progresso cheese and chicken enchilada soup in the cupboard, so we dug that out and poured it over the chicken. Thank God we have a gas stove! Served with cilantro and Garden of Eatin' Red Hot Blues chips, it was a meal worthy of Rachael Ray or Sandra Lee.

Ugh.