4 Boned Chicken Breasts
1 Cream of Celery Soup (undiluted)
1 Cup Grated Sharp Cheddar Cheese
1 Tablespoon Chopped Fresh Habaneros (no seeds) or less depending on your level of tolerance
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp. salt
1 Tablespoon olive oil
Saute chicken breasts in olive oil until almost done, place in casserole dish. Stir in all ingredients except cheese. Top with cheese and heat through in microwave or oven at 350F.
Comments: This can be done using a white sauce instead of the cream of celery or cream of chicken soup.
Ask Pepper Joe ==============
> Hi Joe, a little information please. I go fishing in Mexico at least once a
> year and sometimes twice. On the times that I go in the early fall there are
> wild peppers growing on bushes about 2 1/2 ft. to 3 ft. tall and nearly that
> big around. The peppers are just a tad bigger than a BB and green and hot as
> &($#*. They just grow wild everywhere. The place we fish is about 300 miles
> deep into Mexico and about 50 miles inland from the Gulf of Mexico.
>
> Thank You,
> Rankin
Rankin,
Congrats!
You have stumbled on the "Mother of all Hot Peppers" or the "Ulipica" better known as Chile Tepin. It shares a common gene with every single Hot Pepper on planet earth therefore making it the original! It's great for picking the red ones (they pop right off of the plant when you touch them) and drying them on paper plates. Then because they are so tiny you can carry them in a matchbox and sprinkle on your favorite spicy foods
in restaurants. Our variety is called the "Wild Dynamo" Pepper and produces several hundred of these little fireballs. Next time you go fishing bring back more than the fish. BTW I love
fresh water fishing myself. Did I tell ya about theat giant bass that got away this summer?
Pepper Joe
Stacy Heinen wrote:
>
> When I was a kid, we lived near the military bases in San Antonio,
> Texas. The yankee kids knew nothing of hot peppers. We would play a
> funny joke on them. We would take chile pequins from the plants (they
> grew wild) and pretend to chew them up, all the time saying how good
> they were. The northern raised children would try to imitate us and
> would get a real surprise. I guess it was mean, but we thought it great
> fun. They would go screaming home to moma and we would go hide. I
