There was never a doubt this would be satisfying and delicious, and it is, in a France meets Mexico kind of way. And is that so odd? France does border Spain after all, not that Spain is like Mexico, but they at least speak the same language.
Chiles from a pound tin. I love them.
Tomatoes are Central American too. Before that Cristóbol Cólon guy got here, Europe never heard of such things as tomatoes. Mexican cheese. Cilantro.
Red chile sauce from here.
These guys, ↓ hopelessly unfertilized eggs out of a chicken's butt! (Cloaca actually, but same thing.) They never had a chance. Neither does the hen. Day after day, egg after egg Day after day after day. Egg after egg after egg, and never a chance for a single chick. Now I'm sad.
No I'm not.
I love eggs and I'm glad they're not fertilized. Chickens are radical anyway. Have you ever seen them? Sometimes they even eat their own eggs. And once a chicken becomes an egg-eater, and they realize how delicious eggs are and how available they are compared to scratching around for grubs and bugs, there is no rehabilitating them. They cannot be trained to behave. The only option left the chicken farmer is to kill them. I learned these things from an Earth-person chicken-having vegetarian who ate eggs.