peppers half empty pepper shaker. too light in your hand. drizzles like the last big chunkdrops of water. the salt, so much salt, but the pepper is like sand at the foot of your car, sand in your socks, seven grains of sand in a clump in your hairswirl.
“Oh, you can grow anything organically. Peppers, corn, watermelon, grapes. And it not only makes them better for you but they taste better too!”
I frowned slightly. “But they cost a LOT more…”
“But, in the long run, it’s worth it. Keeping all those pesticides out of your body.” he shuddered. “What’re dollars and cents worth when your family’s lives are at stake?”
“Dollars and cents.” I quipped. “And usually a lot of them.”
I’m laying there in the sun streaks from the blinds and I turn to my left and he’s there. Smiling that impossible smile at me. The one that lets me know that despite all my insecurities he’s mine. I am his. He peppers my face with the sweetest kisses and this day, just like the one before, is the best day of my life. Tomorrow will be even better.
red sometimes green canbe shaped like a bell or slim and long. Taste spicy often times, but sometimes can be sweet. There anre many like bell peppers, habaneros, banana peppers, jalepeno peppers and many others as well.
It may seem like such a stupid, trivial thing, but after you left me, I made the habbit of adding peppers to my food. I had always been a bland person, making bland choices, having bland experiences. And that obviously didn’t lead me to a position I wanted to be in. So, to spice my life up, I made the beggining decision of consuming peppers in everything I ate.
“Not enough pepper,” he would always say, no matter how spicy we made the soup. He would turn the shaker upside down for a long time, complaining that the holes were too small. “You know, there is a faster way,” I said, twisting off the cap and giving him a little plastic spoon. He looked at it as if he didn’t know what to do.
My mother-in-law loves to cook with peppers. Peppers bring out the taste to her cooking. Even though I am not crazy about peppers, and she is; I do agree that they are to be used with caution when cooking.
I couldn’t stop thinking about them — peppers. And then I couldn’t stop eating them. And now my stomach is screaming a fit of bubbling pain and warm indigestion.
I hate them,” Jonah growled. “Disgusting, awful, burny things.”
“You just haven’t had a good one,” Rachel told him, popping another in her mouth. “You’d better learn to like them. Clerical error sent us fifty pounds of the dried things. They’ll be in everything for weeks.”
“Fuck this. I’m going to go try to eat Arcann’s food. At least hers is edible.”
“Wrong pronoun!” Rachel yelled after him.
“Does this have peppers?” asked Chastity. “I can’t eat peppers.”
We were sitting at the table on my father’s deck, the backyard spotted with color as roses of every type grew and separated patches of cherry tomatoes, summer squash, and cucumbers. My mother had just brought out a heaping plate of food, and sure enough, I could spot chunks of bell pepper throughout the casserole-like meal.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said somberly. “Chast’ can’t eat peppers. She’s allergic.”
“Really?” my mother asked. “Tell me, how does she live happily from day to day?”
i love peppers. they are yummy. they make my mouth happy. i like them cooked, i like them rawe. i like them with dip. however you give them to me io love opeppers. especially when they are made into yummy deliciouse chicken wings. they are the best food ever i wish i had some right now.
red hot and chili. when my nephew was small he loved blood sugar sex magic, called the band the red hot chilly boppers. now he is an adult and they are his favorite band. weird how things come around full circle. of course, now he can pronounce the name. ha.
Tall peppers are the most used in Mexican dishes. Without peppers many dishes would be bland and have no meaning. Peppers can mean many things to different people. This includes bringing up found memories or old flames. Without peppers the Mexican community would have no purpose.
She eyed the patch warily. Margret had ignored her pleas, doubt, reluctance and even one last-ditch, open-hearted confession: Casey was a plant killer. She had more desiccated, maimed, and missing plants under her belt than Jack Frost. Why did Margret think she could handle tending to a prize pepper patch? “It’s only watering, you’ll be fine,” she said. Sure, that’s what they all say before seeing the flooded plant patches and chasing Casey around, flailing surprisingly menacing drowned vegetables.
she liked her salsa hot and she
hated how in reataurants “flaming” hot sauce really should have been called “mild”
she liked it hot enought so her eyes watered and the cuts along her lips burned
The smallest ones are said to be the hottest. It’s always the small ones that are deadly. Why is that? All it takes is one tiny pepper to cause an explosion in your mouth, but you can chow down on a huge one all day. How odd.
I like peppers. I like that they come in so many varieties. Peppers are sorta like people in that sense. Some are sweet some are spicy… And some are mild. I like mild peppers the best. Just like I prefer mild people… Not overly boring and not annoyingly spicy. It’s also sounds like a girl I’d wanna date
It was the hottest day of summer. I recall it being 102 at least and that is being giving. I remember my brother loved peppers. Any and all. He loved to eat them. He kept them on him at all times. Other children carried their toys, animals, and change. He carried peppers. Well that is until this day. The day he disappeared.
Today I eat a peppers salad, it was great! No exactly the salad, I mean the company. Is incredibly how a good persona can make a horrible food a great experiente. Tomorrow I have to do it again.
peppers are hot and chili and save souls. peppers are like peeper they sound all the time atleast at night. peppers are hairy and scary and full of grace. peppers are peepers like eyes watering and watching. always watching. peppers will seed themeselves and grow in gardens. they are green and red and yellow and white. and did i say black. peppers are in spray that hurts the eyes. and peppers burn, burn, burn like the hell fires and deep pits of firestones and brimstone and breweries.
I didn’t want to cook today. After everything I found out about him today, I didn’t think he deserved a home cooked meal. I stared at the peppers on the counter and threw them in the trash. Maybe he’ll get a home cooked meal from her.
I found a spot, right behind a tree in a park between the dog fountain and a hot dog stand where a middle aged Italian man stands and smiles every day. I can smell the peppers from his cart and it gives my stomach a rumble every time. My pockets are empty though; just a pen and paper and peace of mind.
peppers grew wildly in this part of the world. No one knew why. No one planted the peppers. They just grew. The people had grown sick of peppers. Every day, peppers for dinner, then soon it was peppers for lunch and sure enough, breakfast. Those god damn peppers never stopped growing no matter what they tried. They just grew…bigger and redder and greener than the year before. It was pepper madness.
peppers are chili but seldom chilly, hot but never cold, both painful and painless, bell-shaped or appendix-shaped, they can punish or heal, they can be a trial, or an error, euphoria or agony. your choice
i like hot ones and chili ones and jump rope ones.
Green Red Yellow and orange ones good for cooling
chop em wash me stir fry and season
Lots of vitamin c and d anything food with vibrant color is a good choice.
It burned.
The juices ran down my arms as I tried to hold on the golden jalapeño, the coveted trophy for the pepper picking and popping competition. Susan Summers would have to wipe that smile off her face, I thought, as I wiped the juices off mine.
I had more than one fire in my belly, but now I saw red.
I just wish my eyes hadn’t itched.
We stuffed them, the peppers, the hot ones we had to put baggies on our hands in order to open them, discard the seeds and then fill with the creamy cheese, cilantro and onion that made them mellow enough to eat. We took them to the grill, we turned up the flame, and then i put them in your mouth, and savored the heat.
Ah! hot. i chewed the new food as my eyes welled with tears and sweat kissed the underside of my skin. I looked at her and smiled with full cheeks. “its wunduful” I said trying desperately to hide my bodies signs of acid burns in my tongue and cheeks. She beamed at me, sso proud of her first dish. My daughter skipped into the other room singing “mom i can cook too mom i can cook!” out of sight i spit the spicy moshback onto my plate. too many peppers but I couldnt bare to let her down. my wife glided into the kitchen as she always did floating more than walking, and giggledat my red face as I gulped back milk to ease the burn. “Please dont tell her” I said sheepishly
“of course not” and we shared a look that only parents fully understand a look that binds us in our secrets and some how in this arbitrary moment i felt that look and this moment strengthened our love for eachother. Parenting takes a beautiful couple that have seperate lives and goals and merges them creating a teammate as well as a companion, lover , friend, and supporter. Just then my beautiful daughter runs back into the kitchen. “Did you try it mommy?” I
” I am not sure that daddy wants to share with me sweety” Her little hands balledinto fists and landed on her hips.
“Daddy!” she raised her voice just a bit at me and shook one little finger “you need to share with mommy. do you hear me?” i chuckled to myself hearing whisps of her mothers scolds in my daughters voice.
“ah alright if i have to” I held my head down in mock-sadnes and grabbed my spoon filled with bright yellow eggs flecked with grean and red peppers throughout. “here mommy”
she smiled ever so gracefully and took the bite.
“MMMMM its reawwy good huney” My daughter shrieked gleefully and ran into the living room to tell the cat her exciting news. my wife swallowed and with tears in her eyes and blood rushing to her face looked at me.
“wimp”
She cut the peppers lengthways into precise three millimeter wide strips. The knife was sharp and slipped through the flesh of the pepper without resistance. She placed each individual severed strip on the plate noting the mathematical relationship between them. She completed the final incision and looked up at the clock. The correct amount of time had passed. In the nursery, the meat was waiting. It was time to combine it with the vegetables. She placed the knife of the tabletop, picked up the tenderising hammer and stepped towards the doorway.
peppers are rather weird kinds of vegetables. They have three kinds of colors which are red, yellow, and green. I don’t particularly like them but that’s a personal preference. Once before I was offered cookies if I ate all the peppers on my plate; I didn’t do it. Pathetic, yes, but I don’t care. Their healthy and that’s not how I role so without further ado, peppers. All well though.
She didn’t notice until it was too late. She bit down into the lovely concoction savoring the texture and wonderful, exotic taste. She let it linger in her mouth for a moment enjoying her first freedom after a long hiatus from junk food then all hell broke out, literally. She thought hell had come to visit. Coughing and sputtering she ran for the kitchen, motioning for water, words simply wouldn’t come. Damn him! She should have know he would have put his favorite peppers in the mix.
peppers
peppers are hot, spicy, red, shiny, sweet with a kick, orange green or red – i’ll eat ’em anyday. peppers are spice of life
flavorful
goes with anything
taste on your tongue that stays
salivating
good with breakfast, good for lunch, great stuffed! peppers with quinoa, peppers with wine, peppers with eggs.
She peppers kisses up and down my body, and I squirm underneath her soft touch. I shiver with the cold, but when our eyes meet I feel my whole body heat up and I shiver again.
Peppers can’t get me. I’m too fast. With their funky legs and curly stem, I can outrun a pepper. But it’s days that you can’t be alone that the peppers have the power. You find a garden in the middle of a hot summer day and lie in the middle of the pepper grove. The peppers hold you, better than any woman could ever know.
peppers half empty pepper shaker. too light in your hand. drizzles like the last big chunkdrops of water. the salt, so much salt, but the pepper is like sand at the foot of your car, sand in your socks, seven grains of sand in a clump in your hairswirl.
“Oh, you can grow anything organically. Peppers, corn, watermelon, grapes. And it not only makes them better for you but they taste better too!”
I frowned slightly. “But they cost a LOT more…”
“But, in the long run, it’s worth it. Keeping all those pesticides out of your body.” he shuddered. “What’re dollars and cents worth when your family’s lives are at stake?”
“Dollars and cents.” I quipped. “And usually a lot of them.”
I’m laying there in the sun streaks from the blinds and I turn to my left and he’s there. Smiling that impossible smile at me. The one that lets me know that despite all my insecurities he’s mine. I am his. He peppers my face with the sweetest kisses and this day, just like the one before, is the best day of my life. Tomorrow will be even better.
red sometimes green canbe shaped like a bell or slim and long. Taste spicy often times, but sometimes can be sweet. There anre many like bell peppers, habaneros, banana peppers, jalepeno peppers and many others as well.
It may seem like such a stupid, trivial thing, but after you left me, I made the habbit of adding peppers to my food. I had always been a bland person, making bland choices, having bland experiences. And that obviously didn’t lead me to a position I wanted to be in. So, to spice my life up, I made the beggining decision of consuming peppers in everything I ate.
“Not enough pepper,” he would always say, no matter how spicy we made the soup. He would turn the shaker upside down for a long time, complaining that the holes were too small. “You know, there is a faster way,” I said, twisting off the cap and giving him a little plastic spoon. He looked at it as if he didn’t know what to do.
My mother-in-law loves to cook with peppers. Peppers bring out the taste to her cooking. Even though I am not crazy about peppers, and she is; I do agree that they are to be used with caution when cooking.
I couldn’t stop thinking about them — peppers. And then I couldn’t stop eating them. And now my stomach is screaming a fit of bubbling pain and warm indigestion.
I hate them,” Jonah growled. “Disgusting, awful, burny things.”
“You just haven’t had a good one,” Rachel told him, popping another in her mouth. “You’d better learn to like them. Clerical error sent us fifty pounds of the dried things. They’ll be in everything for weeks.”
“Fuck this. I’m going to go try to eat Arcann’s food. At least hers is edible.”
“Wrong pronoun!” Rachel yelled after him.
Fresh. Zesty. Summer.
Grilled. Baked. Dipped.
Yum. Yum. Yum.
“Does this have peppers?” asked Chastity. “I can’t eat peppers.”
We were sitting at the table on my father’s deck, the backyard spotted with color as roses of every type grew and separated patches of cherry tomatoes, summer squash, and cucumbers. My mother had just brought out a heaping plate of food, and sure enough, I could spot chunks of bell pepper throughout the casserole-like meal.
“Sorry, Mom,” I said somberly. “Chast’ can’t eat peppers. She’s allergic.”
“Really?” my mother asked. “Tell me, how does she live happily from day to day?”
i love peppers. they are yummy. they make my mouth happy. i like them cooked, i like them rawe. i like them with dip. however you give them to me io love opeppers. especially when they are made into yummy deliciouse chicken wings. they are the best food ever i wish i had some right now.
red hot and chili. when my nephew was small he loved blood sugar sex magic, called the band the red hot chilly boppers. now he is an adult and they are his favorite band. weird how things come around full circle. of course, now he can pronounce the name. ha.
Tall peppers are the most used in Mexican dishes. Without peppers many dishes would be bland and have no meaning. Peppers can mean many things to different people. This includes bringing up found memories or old flames. Without peppers the Mexican community would have no purpose.
She eyed the patch warily. Margret had ignored her pleas, doubt, reluctance and even one last-ditch, open-hearted confession: Casey was a plant killer. She had more desiccated, maimed, and missing plants under her belt than Jack Frost. Why did Margret think she could handle tending to a prize pepper patch? “It’s only watering, you’ll be fine,” she said. Sure, that’s what they all say before seeing the flooded plant patches and chasing Casey around, flailing surprisingly menacing drowned vegetables.
she liked her salsa hot and she
hated how in reataurants “flaming” hot sauce really should have been called “mild”
she liked it hot enought so her eyes watered and the cuts along her lips burned
The smallest ones are said to be the hottest. It’s always the small ones that are deadly. Why is that? All it takes is one tiny pepper to cause an explosion in your mouth, but you can chow down on a huge one all day. How odd.
I like peppers. I like that they come in so many varieties. Peppers are sorta like people in that sense. Some are sweet some are spicy… And some are mild. I like mild peppers the best. Just like I prefer mild people… Not overly boring and not annoyingly spicy. It’s also sounds like a girl I’d wanna date
It was the hottest day of summer. I recall it being 102 at least and that is being giving. I remember my brother loved peppers. Any and all. He loved to eat them. He kept them on him at all times. Other children carried their toys, animals, and change. He carried peppers. Well that is until this day. The day he disappeared.
Today I eat a peppers salad, it was great! No exactly the salad, I mean the company. Is incredibly how a good persona can make a horrible food a great experiente. Tomorrow I have to do it again.
I felt blisters on my tongue.My nose began to run.I got the hiccups.Smoke was coming out of my ears.Tears ran down my cheek.
peppers are hot and chili and save souls. peppers are like peeper they sound all the time atleast at night. peppers are hairy and scary and full of grace. peppers are peepers like eyes watering and watching. always watching. peppers will seed themeselves and grow in gardens. they are green and red and yellow and white. and did i say black. peppers are in spray that hurts the eyes. and peppers burn, burn, burn like the hell fires and deep pits of firestones and brimstone and breweries.
I didn’t want to cook today. After everything I found out about him today, I didn’t think he deserved a home cooked meal. I stared at the peppers on the counter and threw them in the trash. Maybe he’ll get a home cooked meal from her.
Whoa!Those were really hot peppers!
I found a spot, right behind a tree in a park between the dog fountain and a hot dog stand where a middle aged Italian man stands and smiles every day. I can smell the peppers from his cart and it gives my stomach a rumble every time. My pockets are empty though; just a pen and paper and peace of mind.
peppers grew wildly in this part of the world. No one knew why. No one planted the peppers. They just grew. The people had grown sick of peppers. Every day, peppers for dinner, then soon it was peppers for lunch and sure enough, breakfast. Those god damn peppers never stopped growing no matter what they tried. They just grew…bigger and redder and greener than the year before. It was pepper madness.
peppers are chili but seldom chilly, hot but never cold, both painful and painless, bell-shaped or appendix-shaped, they can punish or heal, they can be a trial, or an error, euphoria or agony. your choice
Peppers repeat on you my father always said.
I had a book called the five Little Peppers and How They Grew.
Is it always the same word? He peppers his food. I pepper my food. You pepper your food. Sometimes cheerleaders are peppy but never peppers. Unless
i like hot ones and chili ones and jump rope ones.
Green Red Yellow and orange ones good for cooling
chop em wash me stir fry and season
Lots of vitamin c and d anything food with vibrant color is a good choice.
It burned.
The juices ran down my arms as I tried to hold on the golden jalapeño, the coveted trophy for the pepper picking and popping competition. Susan Summers would have to wipe that smile off her face, I thought, as I wiped the juices off mine.
I had more than one fire in my belly, but now I saw red.
I just wish my eyes hadn’t itched.
We stuffed them, the peppers, the hot ones we had to put baggies on our hands in order to open them, discard the seeds and then fill with the creamy cheese, cilantro and onion that made them mellow enough to eat. We took them to the grill, we turned up the flame, and then i put them in your mouth, and savored the heat.
Ah! hot. i chewed the new food as my eyes welled with tears and sweat kissed the underside of my skin. I looked at her and smiled with full cheeks. “its wunduful” I said trying desperately to hide my bodies signs of acid burns in my tongue and cheeks. She beamed at me, sso proud of her first dish. My daughter skipped into the other room singing “mom i can cook too mom i can cook!” out of sight i spit the spicy moshback onto my plate. too many peppers but I couldnt bare to let her down. my wife glided into the kitchen as she always did floating more than walking, and giggledat my red face as I gulped back milk to ease the burn. “Please dont tell her” I said sheepishly
“of course not” and we shared a look that only parents fully understand a look that binds us in our secrets and some how in this arbitrary moment i felt that look and this moment strengthened our love for eachother. Parenting takes a beautiful couple that have seperate lives and goals and merges them creating a teammate as well as a companion, lover , friend, and supporter. Just then my beautiful daughter runs back into the kitchen. “Did you try it mommy?” I
” I am not sure that daddy wants to share with me sweety” Her little hands balledinto fists and landed on her hips.
“Daddy!” she raised her voice just a bit at me and shook one little finger “you need to share with mommy. do you hear me?” i chuckled to myself hearing whisps of her mothers scolds in my daughters voice.
“ah alright if i have to” I held my head down in mock-sadnes and grabbed my spoon filled with bright yellow eggs flecked with grean and red peppers throughout. “here mommy”
she smiled ever so gracefully and took the bite.
“MMMMM its reawwy good huney” My daughter shrieked gleefully and ran into the living room to tell the cat her exciting news. my wife swallowed and with tears in her eyes and blood rushing to her face looked at me.
“wimp”
She cut the peppers lengthways into precise three millimeter wide strips. The knife was sharp and slipped through the flesh of the pepper without resistance. She placed each individual severed strip on the plate noting the mathematical relationship between them. She completed the final incision and looked up at the clock. The correct amount of time had passed. In the nursery, the meat was waiting. It was time to combine it with the vegetables. She placed the knife of the tabletop, picked up the tenderising hammer and stepped towards the doorway.
peppers are rather weird kinds of vegetables. They have three kinds of colors which are red, yellow, and green. I don’t particularly like them but that’s a personal preference. Once before I was offered cookies if I ate all the peppers on my plate; I didn’t do it. Pathetic, yes, but I don’t care. Their healthy and that’s not how I role so without further ado, peppers. All well though.
She didn’t notice until it was too late. She bit down into the lovely concoction savoring the texture and wonderful, exotic taste. She let it linger in her mouth for a moment enjoying her first freedom after a long hiatus from junk food then all hell broke out, literally. She thought hell had come to visit. Coughing and sputtering she ran for the kitchen, motioning for water, words simply wouldn’t come. Damn him! She should have know he would have put his favorite peppers in the mix.
peppers
peppers are hot, spicy, red, shiny, sweet with a kick, orange green or red – i’ll eat ’em anyday. peppers are spice of life
flavorful
goes with anything
taste on your tongue that stays
salivating
good with breakfast, good for lunch, great stuffed! peppers with quinoa, peppers with wine, peppers with eggs.
She peppers kisses up and down my body, and I squirm underneath her soft touch. I shiver with the cold, but when our eyes meet I feel my whole body heat up and I shiver again.
The peppers were all kinds of colors.From Red to purple!yeah I think that purple one is a little old…But um where was I?oh yeah colorful peppers.
Peppers can’t get me. I’m too fast. With their funky legs and curly stem, I can outrun a pepper. But it’s days that you can’t be alone that the peppers have the power. You find a garden in the middle of a hot summer day and lie in the middle of the pepper grove. The peppers hold you, better than any woman could ever know.