Let me set the scene for you. I’m standing in my kitchen, holding a recipe from Food to Film that promises Mexican Chicken Tostadas. I’m not entirely sure what I’ve done to deserve this, but as it turns out, I am about to make the best shredded chicken of my life. Despite my lack of competence, despite my questionable use of measuring spoons, and despite the fact that I used store-bought tortillas and coleslaw because I am both lazy and under no illusions about my culinary abilities. So if you, like me, are someone who can’t be trusted to boil water without supervision,