Looks like it'll be a boring weekend. Unwell offspring (colds from the cesspool known as "school), sammich-maker is going to some Renaissance Faire thing... Leaving me to do mostly nothing. Probably just play video games and can some sauce.
I recently placed an order for a pair red moruga scorpion boxes from one Judy P. PepperLover.com. Heard nothing but good things, so I figured that I couldn't go wrong by exchanging a few of my not-so-hard-earned dollars for some future colonic destruction.
I got a heads-up from my...
He's like the Bizarro World version of Wimpy. "I'll gladly take your money today for some peppers on Tuesday (but, I wont tell you WHICH Tuesday)!" Shamefur dispray.
Las Vegas. That nasty "all the concrete is radiating the heat" kind of hot. The shade is just slightly darker hot. A breeze is more like being stuck in a blast furnace that melts hairs from particular places.
Yeah, they were only 30 cents more than similar sack of grapes. The crotch-fruit are already great at eating fruit, so it was more of an experiment than anything else. Certainly not bad, though. Just weird-ish.
So, apparently cotton candy flavored grapes are a thing. And, surprisingly... They do taste a bit like cotton candy. I'm not quite sure what to think about that.
Trying to keep a 2 year old entertained while they undergo a hearing assessment is easier said than done. Now I need a beer and a nap. And another beer.
Not really interested in the walled-garden of the iThings.
But, it's nice to see that they're starting to catch up to the rest of the civilized world of smart-phones.
The yellow ones are definitely hot, but they seem to be more of a "building heat" kind of thing. Brown and red? Hot from the jump and it doesn't let up.
Had a competition with my brother to see who would handle a yellow TS better (or at least hold off on the milks the longest). Long story short: We both lost.
Way back when I was just a wee-one, my mom had a crap-ton of birds. One of them would snack on hot peppers and then go give everyone kisses, passing along a little bit of hot lovin'. I hated that bird.
The whole "birds can't detect capsaicin" bit reminds me of this article/infographic thing...