Don’t you just hate it when you are reading a really good book and someone tells you how it ends, or when you are watching a movie and someone tells you what happens, or when you are going to a new store and someone just has to let you know what they have and if it’s any good; Beware of the spoiler. dun dun dun…Spoiler Attack!!!
I have had a lot to smile about this week. I will be seeing my granddaughter next week when I drive over to Miami. I’ll spend the weekend with them.
I spent Sunday in Animal Kingdom at Disney World with my friend Dottie, her son Brandon and her granddaughter Alyssa. I had not seen Brandon for years and had never met his daughter. She is a beautiful sweet girl and so enjoyed getting to know her and spend time with her and her dad. We had a wonderful day together.
We were on the Safari ride and I spotted this guy looking through the branches of the tree at us. All we could see was his head. I couldn’t resist taking the shot and every time I look at it I smile.
Alyssa is just beginning a college program at Disney. She’s looking forward to making many friends and many memories during her internship. I will be here with Dottie and Frank for about two more weeks. Frank is almost back to where he was before his surgeries and is doing great. Dottie is beginning a new chapter in her life and I will head home soon.
I am not a fan of spicy food. Or I should say, of hot spicy food I have always equated spicy with hot but I guess that’s not accurate. I use many spices when I cook, but hot tasting spices I stay away from.
It is inconceivable to me why anyone would want to suffer while eating. I associate eating with pleasure, not pain. I guess that for those of you who love to indulge on a tear producing hot dish, you find it pleasurable.
I can remember when my son was a little boy. Maybe 4 or so. We went took the kids to Disney World. He kept seeing the signs along the highway for Popeye’s Chicken. Finally, after listening to him say he wanted to eat at Popeye’s we gave in. He said that the chicken was a little hot, but he liked it. Personally, it was too much for my tender GI tract and my youngest wouldn’t even try it. After our lunch, we proceeded to the park where we had a delightful day. It was the next morning when the full effects of Popeye’s Chicken were felt. My poor little boy was sitting on the commode crying as the spicy chicken made its way out of his little body. Needless to say, he never wanted Popeye’s Chicken again.
I don’t get it. My husband used to tell me that when he was young and his dad worked evening shift on weekends he would stay up until he got home and eat hot peppers with him. He loved how they tasted going in, but hated how it felt in when they exited. But he kept eating them.
Maybe I have done my family a disservice by not cooking hot spicy food. I may have denied them the experience of international cuisine. If so I apologize. Somehow it goes against my maternal instinct to cause pain while eating.
You will never find hot spices on the spice carousel in my kitchen. My recipes don’t include things like Cayenne Pepper or Extra Hot Cajun Seasoning. Just thinking about these things gets the acid churning in my stomach. For those of you who enjoy these dietary tortures enjoy.