I like to torture my kids. It is just way to much fun and I can’t seem to help myself. Last week I went up to Collegedale TN to take my older sister to the Little Debbie Outlet. She had never been and has been wanting to go for quite some time…so, off we went. While in Collegedale I swung by one of my dear friends house to see their new baby and visit for a little bit. While we were visiting, my dear friends sent lots of goodies home with us fresh okra, fresh pumpkins, and peppers…like these:
They are called Rooster Spur Peppers. I had a bowl full of them sitting on the kitchen counter. So, that eveing while I was cooking supper and Tate comes in to see what we are having, he sees the bowl. He is the nosey kid. The one that thinks he has to know everything. Who you are on the phone with, what is in a wrapped box, whether for him or not. He is just nosey. So, he starts in with the questions. Where did the pepper come from, what kind is it, Is it hot, etc. I told him that I had never had them before so I wasn’t sure how hot they were. Well, he HAS to try them so I cut off a tiny piece of the pepper that never made it past the tip of his tongue. He then has to let Erin try it…so, I cut off another small piece of the pepper and Tate takes it to Erin. Erin tries the pepper and comes running into the kitchen with tears in her eyes. Well, with all of the commotion, Bric has to get in on the pepper tasting. No one wants to take the word of the other that it is really hot. So, he tries the pepper, ends up with a burning throat…and then it happens. Bric rubs his eyes…because they were watering…from the hot pepper. Now, they are on FIRE from having pepper juice in them.
Now, I want you to look at these peppers again:
They might be a little over an inch long, they are not big at all. So that should give you an idea of what a little piece was taken…for 3 people to try. And all I could do is laugh at each and every one of them the whole time.