Watching the Colts game yesterday, I had a desire to make jalapeno poppers. I also have a desire not to get any fatter. So I made these alternative poppers by hungry-girl, who is the goddess of all things substitute. I noted the specific warning about handling jalapeno peppers — wash your hands, don’t touch your eyes, yada yada. Apparently rinsing out the seeds and digging out the pulp with your fingernails is not a good idea, either, as MY HAND IS STILL BURNING NEARLY 24 HOURS LATER.  Per Google, this is the phenomenon called Hunan Hand, which sounds racist!  Regardless, I just licked my thumb, and it is still spicy.  So fucking weird.  Also, I rubbed my eyes sometime in the night, and so contacts? Yeah.  Inferno of Hunan wrath.

Speaking of hot, how about this heat?  Hot enough for ya? And various other annoying weather cliches.  I never realized how much I loved Fall until Summer turned into a greedy whore of a season. Fall means cider, and cider means Robinette’s, and Robinette’s means Grand Rapids.  And that’s where I will be heading this weekend.  So, if you are in town, let’s hang out.

(I <3 Robinettes.)