I tell ya what, he LOVES having pepper with his dinner. The little blimp piles it on. Sometimes you cannot see his food because its covered in a blanket of pepper. He loves it!
My very first pepper story; Uncle was munching on a red bell pepper, said "see, this is a big, hot one" *points* "that's a baby one.... Go ahead, and be sure to chew it." So, I chewed on the serrano... hoooweee!
I don't trust anybody. Actually, I trust all of the parties present, as they do I, without question. At the scene of the *crime were 2 blood[y] Uncles, another by who became an Uncle by marriage and my blood[y] Brother. *one of my GrandPap's 3 Supermarkets. Luckily, the 2 blood[y] Uncles spent the night at our place exactly once, and it was later that very night. Thus laid the foundation for my very first Revenge-Practical-Joke-Masterpiece. The next morning, my Pop had to cut the water to the whole property off to replace kitchen sink. That's the way that particular house was plumbed. It was the first time I heard a hallelujah chorus sung by demons, as in one second, I determined; [A] I was only one in kitchen. Only drinkable item was milk. [C] Sure, there was a market just around the corner, but, it wouldn't open for an hour. [D] There sat a fresh container of salt. [E] There sat the holiest of holies to a kid, The Sugar Bowl. [F] We all spooned massive amounts of sugar, and more sugar on our sugar-frosted sugar-cube cereal, then topped it off with more sugar. So, in 30 seconds flat, I got my cereal ready and sugared, dumped Sugar from Sugar Bowl into another bowl, hid it, poured Salt in Sugar Bowl. Poured milk on my sugary cereal, ate quickly, made sure there was only enough milk for their cereal by helping myself to a glass. Here they came, mindlessly bounding into the kitchen. See [F]. was now empty. I drank my milk, and watched them start their traditional cereal race to the finish. I wish you could seen their faces pucker up. Since desperate times require desperate measures, they ran gagging over to the fluidless sink, fridge, then out to the back yard, trying to find water, but, there was none, baby, none. So, I told 'em to go to the store, then they came gagging back, as it was closed. It was fantastic, but, it is not fantasy... every word is gospel truth... and they still remember, too.
It's in the top 3 of a big, big basket of kidhood we all remember fondly. Man. It's amazing we lived through some of those things. Like the shootout with the neighbors...
