I got a bag of peppers. I don’t eat a lot of peppers. Jalapeños sometimes. I’ve had approximately six bell peppers this year. These are not those. I don’t know anything about these peppers. I don’t cook with peppers. This is a lot of fucking peppers.
I didn’t know which ones were spicy and which ones were sweet, so I had to do a taste test — which ruined my fucking day.
Getting familiar with the flavor was one thing, but then I went to hot yoga, and the hand that had handled the peppers was on (fucking) fire, and I didn’t know (why, or) what (the fuck) was happening (at first), and once it started, there was no stopping it — and it HURRRT.
But I’m okay.
If you’ve made the same dumb mistake, please feel free to inbox me, so we can cry, and laugh about it, like loons.
((Also, I’d love a lesson on peppers, if you have any pepper input.))
((The thing about “don’t handle hot peppers, then go to hot yoga”, I got.))
+ This farm fresh organic produce was delivered to me by way of the Cluck-It Farm CSA.
+ This meal is refined sugar free (and sugar substitute free), to the best of my knowledge.