Dilbert creator Scott Adams bravely takes on the dreaded jalapeño pepper — and lives to tell a hilarious tale. This is just the beginning.
At this point, an obscure statute in the Guy Code came into play and Steve realized that nagging me wasn’t the way to play this. Instead, he decided to let me take a run at the jalapeño peppers bareback. If he was laughing on the inside, he did a good job of not showing it.
I sliced up the jalapeño peppers, and removed the seeds. Then I washed my hands thoroughly, successfully avoiding contact with my eyes, mucous membranes, and genitalia. It was no problem at all. Apparently this whole jalapeño peppers scare was overblown, I thought.
A few minutes passed . . .
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Many years ago, when we lived in Texas, I grew some peppers. Jack and I cautiously nibbled on the skin of one of them, and decided it wasn’t too hot. Then we both hit the seeds at the same time…..
After a couple glasses of wine, I can get my mom to tell a story about the first time, soon after their marriage, that my mom and dad roasted and peeled green chiles together.
Let’s just say that when the time came for dear ol’ pops to use the restroom he forgot that both hands had plenty of chile oil on them.
Hilarity ensued. At least it did for my mom.