Maddie Makes Stuffed Peppers
5 min readJan 9, 2022
I recently ordered a steak and some ground beef from a cool ranch in Montana. (Family of a friend connection!)
Confession: both had been sitting in my freezer for the past few months because I F*CKING HATE COOKING.
But the time had come. I was feeling brave, and one evening I decided it was time to use the ground beef to make some stuffed peppers I had made before. (Confession #2: I’m still scared to attempt the steak. Stay tuned on that, I guess? Maybe? DON’T PRESSURE ME.) (Sorry I yelled.)
- Hit the store for some ingredients. Sorry, “fellow” chefs— I don’t regularly keep green peppers lying around the house!!
- Upon arriving home, did my usual thang of arranging my ingredients for a family photo.
- Stalled and put Goose in some jammies that he definitely hated.
- Consoled myself with a beer from the fridge.
- Consoled myself some more and hugged the dog, much to his dismay.
- Started chopping peppers. Got a little ahead of myself and accidentally threw away the top of my first pepper. The top I supposed to keep. But whatever. We live, we learn.
- Learned my lesson and did NOT throw away the top to the second pepper! Good job, Maddie.
- Put down parchment paper in fancy oven…container…thing, and carefully positioned the chopped peppers in container before placing in preheated oven. (Don’t ask me what the temperature was — I don’t f*cking remember.)
- Acquired some sunglasses to cut up an onion.
- Felt pretty cool, pretty invincible… I guess that’s why the Terminator wears them?
- Quickly realized sunglasses did not help keep my eyes of watering OH so badly.
- Opened can of tomato paste.
- Correction: ATTEMPTED to open can of tomato paste. My can opener is apparently a piece of shit, and I would NOT cooperate, friends. WOULD. NOT.
- Resorted to a knife. Managed to open can without losing a finger. GOLD. STAR!!
- It was time to simmer some shit!! (<Don’t be fooled by the exclamation points. This is usually the most challenging part for me.)
- Poured some vegetable oil into a pan WITHOUT measuring because f*ck da police.
- Waited for it to get hot.
- Added the chopped onions.
- Admired my dog, who didn’t give a F*CK.
- Added salt, pepper, and some seasoning. I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT SEASONING. I’M SORRY. (not sorry)
- Mixed it up like the witchy bitch I am…
- Added the ground beef.
- Broke up dat meat and attempted to, uh, brown it. Because that’s what you do with ground beef. I hear.
- Forgot about my beer. Over compensated.
- Goose rose from his bed to smell the beef. I figured this was a good sign.
- Once everything seemed cooked, I scooped all the meat into the peppers. (At some point I took the peppers out of the oven. Again, don’t ask me when. You should NOT be here to learn!)
- Put peppers filled with meat back into the oven at a good temperature to, like, cook everything.
- Felt pretty okay with how things were going! Managed to clean up the kitchen before the timer went off. WIN. WIN. (Cleaning the kitchen and not having a dishwasher fosters this hatred I harbor for cooking.)
- After some time (don’t ask me how long), I removed the peppers from the oven. They smelled good, friends. And they looked DAMN good. DAMN. GOOD.
- Took a test bite. Was pleasantly surprised.
- Moved to the coffee table (my table of choice) to finish my beer and eat my dinner while watching the classic holiday movie aptly named The Holiday.
- Swooned over Jude Law before learning what an asshole he is. DAMN IT, JUDE LAW.
- Managed to spill ground beef on my shirt. Luckily Goose was around.