This is a story about a girl named Pepita…
Actually, pepitas are sunflower seeds and this is a story about how I still am a terrible cook.
Strap-in, strap-on, and let’s talk tacos!
I received another Blue Apron box on Wednesday. I can’t stay away! I really want to get to 40 dinners and the variety of recipes and dinners they send is, dare I say, exciting! This recipe was for shrimp tacos – which I’ll preface this review by stating since I took a couple weeks off cooking, this dinner did not go as well as one would expect.
Mainly, it was because I burned the pepitas. Goddamn pepitas! Why did you have to burn?! I walk away for 2 minutes to change baby’s diaper and come back to nasty, black popcorn on the stove. Burned popcorn is shite. So are burned sunflower seeds. So I had nothing to top the salad with besides the lettuce and the dressing, and you can see later on how that worked out.
This recipe had many tasty components – pineapple, avocado, tortillas that tasted like they were seasoned with a dash of cinnamon – but I’ll be straight with you: shrimp creeps me out a bit. When handling raw shrimp I feel like it’s suddenly going to squirm back to life. That’s weird. I know. I still think it’s tasty, although having seen too many “Your Pregnancy Week by Weeks!” I can’t help but think, “Week 9! This is what your baby looks like right now!”
The tacos consisted of the shrimp with a spiced “Cinco de Mayo” blend (uh huh, right) of smoked sweet paprika, chipotle chile powder, cumin, and coriander. It also had a pineapple/avocado salsa and cabbage slaw. The salad was supposed to have the spiced sunflower seeds and a Mexican crema dressing, also used in the slaw. Kid-friendly? Nah. Forget it. Mine have decided they hate avocado.
One failure that I think was out of my control was that Blue Apron skimped on their portion of crema (sour cream?). They sent a small jar which they claimed was a 1/2 cup, but although I didn’t measure it out, I don’t think it was half a cup. Seemed more like 2 tablespoons. This left the cole slaw tasting dry and I had to spread it thinly over the “salad” to cover all the romaine leaves. Without the spiced pepitas, my salad came out pretty sad, like someone sadly came all over this in a pity-fuck. Guess that’s what happens when you can’t keep your tacos closed. Pepita’s revenge.
And I’m done.
What a comeback dinner.