Two nights ago I created a recipe I call Hot Pork in Plum Sauce. Catchy, don't you think. You know those hot red peppers in Chinese dishes that you are NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT unless you a weirdo, a masochist, or my husband. Those peppers were in my new recipe. I didn't put any on Cowen's plate as a precaution, but he demanded one since Miriam had one (she asked specifically so she could look at it).
When I wasn't looking he chomped right into, despite my warnings. He grabbed his mouth with both hands and the look on his face was . . . well, indescribable. Twenty minutes and lots of bread later, he was still whimpering. Poor kid. Pretty funny though.
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