Why am I sneezing, feeling a burning sensation inside my mouth and upper lip, wearing a daub of yoghurt on my right eyebrow and left cheek, and afraid to stroke the cat? Why did Justin spend a few minutes rubbing his face in a bowl of yoghurt, after he and I had both gulped down about a cup or two each?
We're making candied peppers with some of his garden's lovely produce. Neither one of us has actually eaten any yet; we just injudiciously touched our faces after having thoroughly washed (but not thoroughly enough!) our hands, and in my case I also tasted a tiny bit of the syrup that had contained the peppers.
These things are gonna kill us. Our next door neighbours, who are Indian, have said they'll gladly take a few of them off our hands. The eldest daughter actually nibbled on one of them and said, "Hey, that's not bad," without even crying. Chris also claims they're "pretty good," and has eaten them and lived to tell. I'm afraid to even look at them. They're malicious.
Anybody in Ottawa into really, really hot peppers? We'll deliver!
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