Linda threw me for a loop today because my plan was to write about jalapeños and she goes completely French on me instead. I was laying in bed, reading the titles of some of the other posts and finally decided to check out the prompt to find out I had no idea what I was going to do. I could technically do two posts today, but why do that when you can blend them so well (if you can make that happen).
I looked over at my boyfriend and inspiration struck. He speaks French! So, I asked him how to say “food of the day” and I was met with silence. Finally he said “le gout du jour” and said “the taste of the day.” I thought about it but didn’t think it would quite fit with the theme I have, so I told him I wanted to say “food” not “taste.” He was silent again and the next thing I know, he is laughing. He said he just couldn’t think of the word for food. My boyfriend is known for saying that his head is full of too many things and it’s too full to take on any more. He does have 3 languages floating around in there, so I can only imagine that sometimes one word is hard to come by. Hell, I only have one language floating around in my head and I have the same problem.
But, I opened up my computer and pulled up Google and was able to find what I was looking for.
Jalapeños are La nourriture du jour for my blog today.
I have grown to like spicy food, but I don’t like it too spicy. I would say I’m at a mild to medium spice level in my eating tastes. I don’t mind some jalapeños in my food, but if there’s too much, or if I run across a seed, I’m done for!
A few months ago, my siblings got together for dinner at my sister’s house. We all cook dinner together and chat and play games about once a month. We have a great time together. That night, my sister-in-law made fresh jalapeño poppers. She sliced the peppers, took most of the seeds out and put some type of cream cheese filling (I think) inside then threw them in the oven. They looked delicious and when we were sitting at the table, everyone was enjoying the hell out of them, so I decided to try one.
I took one bite and my head exploded. It was such an explosion of heat that my eyes watered and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Of course, everyone laughed at me and we all had a good time at my expense. The sad thing is, they tasted so yummy that I wanted to keep eating it, but sadly, I just couldn’t handle the heat level.
Don’t you hate it when people who eat spicy things say things like, “You think that’s hot?” “That’s not hot at all!” Yeah, makes me want to slap them. I’ve learned, with certain people, that when they say something like, “it’s not that hot at all” it really means “stay the hell away because it will burn you up!”
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill. Our prompt today was jour. I am also making my way through the alphabet with food for the A to Z Challenge. If you want to read more posts or play along, click on the J at the top of the post.