What made me think it was a good idea to bring 20 chiles rellenos to the church newcomers’ lunch when they’d asked me for a dessert? I was sweating both from the effort of roasting, peeling, stuffing and frying poblano peppers as well as from the realization that I’d show up one hour late. Everyone would finish lunch, look in vain for the dessert, and I’d show up with a platter of chiles rellenos. Awkward.
I’d seen the sign for the welcome lunch and remembered I’d forgotten about the Tres Leches cake I’d volunteered to bring. (What was wrong with me, anyway?)
I rushed out to the grocery store down the street, only to find they’d run out of desserts. No cake, no cookies, nothing left in the bakery section. [Read more…]