Hi Everyone,
I beg of you. Please do not get tired of me and my ramblings on hot peppers. I can’t help it. I see peppers and I become possessed. It is clear that I am a chili-head. Do you think there are support groups?
A few weeks ago, while in the supermarket, I saw a packer stocking a shelf with big bags of fresh local scotch bonnet peppers (aka, hot peppers, big peppers). I spun my cart around and almost as if in a trance, I made my way over the area. I stood there for a long time just staring at the beauty of the peppers, my eyes darting from one colour to the next – red, green, orange, yellow, purple. Again, I stood there debating and rationalizing with myself why I should buy the peppers. Blinded by passion, pouting like an “own-way” child and ready to argue with anyone who dared to dissuade me (I have no idea who that would have been since I was alone. Oh wait, I know, my conscience!), I grabbed two bags and tossed them into my cart. I turned away, feeling mischievous.
As I drove home I had a
