<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>How to Make Chiles Rellenos on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/how-to-make-chiles-rellenos/</link><description>Recent content in How to Make Chiles Rellenos on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/how-to-make-chiles-rellenos/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How to Make Chiles Rellenos (The Way It Deserves to Be Made)</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-make-chiles-rellenos/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/how-to-make-chiles-rellenos/</guid><description>&lt;p>My grandmother Consuelo made chiles rellenos without a recipe, without a timer, and without what I would now describe as any tolerance for interference. She would set six or eight poblanos directly on the gas burners, turning them with her bare hands, and the whole house would fill with the smell of charring pepper skin. If you came in from outside you would stop in the doorway, because the smell was that good. Smoky and sweet and a little dark, the smell of something being deliberately improved by fire.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>