hotter than...

We harvested and dried some of our garden peppers, the really hot ones, the hotter-than-hell-fire peppers. Then B put them into the spice grinder and made a powder, seeds and all. Then B breathed in the hotter-than-hell-fire-pepper powder. Then he sneezed. I walked toward the general area, and I sneezed. And then he sneezed. And then I sneezed twice. Then he inadvertently touched his eye...

Speaking of fire, when your kids say, “We want jalapeño poppers” and it’s 9 o’clock at night, don’t indulge. Don’t get me wrong, the kids were fine. It took me two days to recover.
 

“I can really feel fire on my mouth.
-Ash Groshong”