Yesterday, while perusing the wares at my local grocery, I came across a really awesome deal. Bell Peppers. A bushel of them for... get ready.... Two Bucks. *fans self* That's right, of course I needed a bushel of bell peppers. Who doesn't?
So that meant that I had to wash, chop and freeze them in fancy little individual cooking portions. A bushel of peppers... or was it a peck? I don't know.. Nobody actually cares. Anyhow, there were a good amount of peppers to process. Enough to cause me to turn "*lights start flashing, camera moves in for a close up*.... delirious...... Yes. I know there is no camera. Sigh.
Ok, so on with it. What I discovered is that pumpkins are NOT the most evil produce. Bell Peppers... Bell Peppers represent the most evil. They are beautiful on the outside: Shiny, wholesome, hearty, crisp... the list just goes on in the positive column for bell peppers. But on the inside? Oh their beauty is indeed skin deep. Look at what their virtuous skins belie:
Evil.
Evil.
Evil.
E.V.I.L.
Fruit of the Devil.
This one is more like... an evil sidekick. Like Simon & Hecubus...
Where I live bell peppers, of which I am quite fond, are two bucks each! Artichokes are what freak me out. For some reason they always remind me of hand grenades. I've also been creeped out by a yellow squash called Monk's paw.
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So, are you still on meds or what?
Get behind me, Peppers! Another great line I will use entirely out of context.
Small Child of my Loins: "Baby brother just pooped in the car."
Me: "Get behind me, Peppers!"
My cousin's cousin's nickname was Peppers. That adds a whole new element for me.
You know what's missing from those peppers? Googly eyes. Like, those kind you get at the dollar store.
BWHAHAHAHA! Ridiculous Fun!
Where I live bell peppers, of which I am quite fond, are two bucks each! Artichokes are what freak me out. For some reason they always remind me of hand grenades. I've also been creeped out by a yellow squash called Monk's paw.
You can freeze raw peppers?
This reminds me - I need to rewatch David Cronenberg's The Brood.
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