Mr. Lime generally does not engage in food prep beyond making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or occasionally firing up the grill at my request. The exceptions to these generalities are when he and the custodians at his school seek to determine who can sear the length of the digestive tract most effectively. One of the participants in this He-man contest acquired seeds for ghost peppers at the beginning of the growing season. Recently they harvested a few not yet ripe peppers. The intention is to harvest the peppers at various stages of ripeness to experience the changing nuances of flavor before permanently destroying every taste bud. In the pursuit of this goal, Mr. Lime prepared a batch of his famous pickled pepper eggs last week. He checked on their progress this week. When he cracked the seal my entire kitchen smelled like someone had cracked some record breaking flatulence.
Notice the fire extinguisher in the background.
Now perhaps you recall when I mentioned acquiring 20 lbs of organic yukon gold potatoes. This past weekend I made a batch of very yummy and inoffensive scalloped potatoes. However, I thinly sliced too many spuds to fit in the casserole. I could have put the leftovers in a smaller dish but I also had just enough sauce for the first one and didn't feel like making more. Instead I opted to make homemade potato chips, which is something I'd never bothered doing before. I wanted to see how they'd turn out. Dare I say they were also very yummy and inoffensive? Ok, a few were a bit overdone while I was adjusting the temperature of the oil but Calypso declared those to be her favorites. I think the evidence of the yumminess and generally agreeable quality of both my dishes is indicated by how quickly they both disappeared into the bellies of those around me.
While Mr. Lime declared his enjoyment of my two dishes he also stated his belief that his would be an equal hit. I ask you dear readers, if you were to have your health adversely affected would you choose something that would cause you to produce your own mustard gas or something to stop your heart?