Spicing It Up

We are diverting from the letter format so that I can relate this story in the best way possible: as it actually happened. As ALB so awesomely says, "Names have been changed, but only to protect the identity of the very, very guilty."

Me: Mellow, are you sure you want to eat this habanero?
Mellow: Yeah! It'll be great!
Me: Well I really don't think you should, but okay...
Mellow: *HUGE BITE OF PEPPER*
...several seconds pass...
Me: Was it hot?
Mellow: No.
Me: Are you sure...? Because your face is turning red. And you are crying.
Mellow: I think that was the hottest thing I've ever put in my mouth.

At this point, I honestly thought I needed to call a doctor. He couldn't talk. His face was so red. It looked so painful. He ate some cheese, I bought him some milk, and after several moments of questionable doubt, Mellow was fine.


I laughed the entire time.


Stay cool out there ladies and gents.

♥,
C.

Dear IWantToConvertThisRecipeforaSmallerBatchofCookies,

What are you thinking? Math? You haven't successfully used math skills in 6+ years. Just because you are missing a significant amount of a significant ingredient, doesn't mean you can magically convert the entire recipe to make a fourth of a batch. Your delicious espresso cookies just became mounds of chocolate and coffee. Here's a hint: 1/4 of 3 tbls ≠ 2.25 tbls. Ever. Next time, how about too much sugar instead of too much espresso.

Also, how genius of you to eat all that (strong) coffee the night before your work week starts. You'll never sleep again.


♥,
C.