I'm still as addicted to Pinterest as I was a few months ago.
At first, I couldn't get enough of the home decor ideas that flooded the screen in front of me. But then I discovered recipes. Ohhhh the recipes.
Pictures of red velvet this and pumpkin that.
After making a few desserts, I graduated into entree territory. For some reason, Pinterest had me actually wanting to cook. And I don't mean Hamburger Helper (which I love.....tsk tsk tsk......no judging).
So far I've been thrilled with all the recipes I've tried! The mister has been too! He especially loved a Chicken Enchilada Pasta dish, and he even ate the leftovers. We also liked a White Chicken Enchilada recipe.
But his favorite of my escapades was probably the Jalapeno Poppers, which he didn't even eat. No, he doesn't like jalapenos. He just likes terrorizing me when I'm clumsy or forgetful.
While making the poppers, I sort of forgot that I'd handled jalapenos. And I guess I must have touched my face. Because all of a sudden, I was aflame! Random spots on my face were stinging. It was the worst burning sensation you can imagine.
Washing my face didn't work. I had to resort to Google. And in my search, I read that milk was a great remedy for jalapeno burns. So, a plate of milk was served up. And face first I went.
Being in such a vulnerable state left me defenseless against the mister, who was snapping photo after photo of this horrifying event......
So let this be a lesson. Upon touching jalapenos, wash your hands in soapy water prior to touching your face. Or earlobe.
But if you forget, remember the tale of the terrorized wife, and pray you have a jug of milk.