No, not that graphic you bunch of pervs!
Now I know nothing about Mexican food other than it has lots and lots of cheese and that makes me happy. That said, my recipe called for a pepper I had never heard of: Poblano. So I made my way down the produce isle and read over the pepper descriptions. They all warned about using gloves to handle the peppers. Ha! Wusses! Who needs gloves to handle little old peppers? Unfortunately, none of the peppers had the names below them, only the warnings and of course, I couldn't find anyone that knew the difference. I had the same luck at Kroger's. So when I went to Ingles, after 2 days of pepper hunting, I figured I don't care what they have, I am coming home with some damn peppers!
I went home and started making my meal. I cut the peppers removed the seeds and put them in the crock pot to cook with the other ingredients, adding two extra peppers just because I felt like it. There were now six total. I turned on the crockpot to let everything cook overnight.
WOO, that'll clear you sinuses! AAAAAAAAAACHOOO! I grabbed the pepper stems and seeds and put them in the garbage, washed my hands, went to take my shower and then headed to bed. I was lying in bed for about 10 minutes thinking about tomorrow's yummy dinner when my face started burning. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but then it got worse. My nose and my eyes were on fire. OMG, now so were my hands! WTH?!?
|Holy Hot, Amigo!|
I grabbed a wash cloth and started washing...everything. OK, now I was just driving the pain in deeper. My vagina felt like there was some little man firing a blow torch at it. My hands, particularly underneath my nails felt like someone had tortured me by putting hot bamboo shards under my nails. The more I touched, the more stuff that started burning. I kind of started to wish I was on fire so that eventually I would just get numb to the pain.
|How do you spell relief?|
(BTW, the meal I made tasted like compete crap. I wouldn't even feed it to my dogs and they eat poop!)