Hot Peppers Strike Again

As you may recall, I felt the wrath of our inferno peppers over the weekend. This evening, we traded infernos for Luis' more mild jalapenos. As I cored one pepper, some of the juice squirted into my eyes and I really never felt the heat. Elena normally helps me slice vegetables (and eats most of them before they make it into a bowl), but I was able to keep her at bay. Well, mostly anyway. As I started to clean up, I heard her say,"Daddy, you forgot to get these seeds." By the time I turned around, I was faced with this for the next hour or so.

I remember a similar experience when I was about Elena's age. My dad dried hot peppers near their fireplace, strung on a thread like candy canes. He took great pride in his peppers, but he refused to share them with me. One day, when nobody was looking, I took a huge bite. I'm guessing the resulting scene resembled the video posted above. It was over a decade before I tried a hot pepper again.