Ok, maybe “lying” is too harsh a word…but my mouth is scorched and an Amish farmer is to blame.
I went to the Farmer’s Market this morning because it was 68 degrees and gorgeous outside….and it gave me an excuse to not do laundry.
I love Farmer’s Markets. Today’s bounty included white spinach (which is still green, but whatever), a gigantic bag of green beans, some squash, a couple of bagels for my carb eating family members, baby onions, freshly fire roasted green chilies, and a little box of teeeeeeeny tiny multi-colored peppers.
The peppers were so cute I just couldn’t resist. I asked the nice Amish man if they were hot or sweet, and he said they were “a little milder than a jalapeño”. Perfect! Just what I need for some guacamole or a stir fry.
when we got home, I decided to pop one in my mouth to gauge the flavor and heat.
Dear Lord. I couldn’t spit it out fast enough. My mouth is scorched, even after a glass of milk.
Glad I didn’t buy any of his jalapeños.
