My latest (confession of a) nasty habit involves food. To be very specific, peppers. The peppers themselves are not nasty. It's my compulsive consumption of a certain type of pepper that borders on revolting. My pepper of choice has become this:
Yep, I've become a rabid jalapeno eater.
This might not be a big deal, but I've never at any previous point in my life voluntarily eaten a jalapeno pepper in any form. That all changed about a month or so ago when I had a very vivid dream of opening a tin can full of jalapeno peppers. Why the tin can - I have no idea. When I got up that day, I found that Calvin did indeed have an unopened JAR of jalapeno peppers in the cabinet, and I attacked them.
I chopped up some jalapenos and put them into some northern beans that Calvin had cooked. THEN I made some excellent corn muffins and added some chopped jalapenos and cheese to them. THEN I got some tortilla chips and covered them with cheese and jalapenos. THEN I thought they would be tasty cooked up with some corn. Finally, I just took some jalapenos out of the jar and stuffed them in my face.
I've tried to convince Calvin that we should just get a gallon jar of them, but he hasn't agreed ... yet.
I've also tried to convince Calvin that chips and jalapenos make an excellent late night snack, but he hasn't agreed to that one either!
