Sunday morning... knees felt swollen, throat was itchy and a little thick.
What do I want for breakfast? Simmy decided in a second... jalapeno potatoes, yum!
The potatoes in question had created quite a scene just a few hours ago on Saturday evening...
we start the scene in Sam and Simmy's kitchen...
"Okay, so how many of these jalapenos do you want me to put in the casserole? The recipe says 2-3 but I'm making tons of potatoes," Sam said.
"Well, put all 7 of them in, then," Simmy said.
"Are you sure?" Sam was hesitant.
"Yes, but be very careful you don't touch your face or anything when you cut the jalapenos. Check for rubber gloves under the sink," Simmy added.
Simmy continued sewing but, in a minute or two, got up to check if Sam was handling things .
"You have to remove all those seeds or the casserole won't even be edible."
"I know," said Sam. He sounded perfectly in control and confident.
Ten minutes later, Sam gasped and rushed into the bathroom. Gasping and choking ensued. It sounded critical.
Simmy rushed in and asked, "What happened?"
"I rubbed my eyes by accident," Sam was croaking, crying and gasping and trying to hold his breath, all at the same time, hoping that the intense pain would subside.
"I warned you about that," Simmy said, very mildly and worriedly considering the painful gasping.
Simmy ran downstairs and 'googled' the cure for this particular mishap.
"As I thought,... milk," she grumbled as she ran back up the stairs. Opening the cupboard, Simmy picked a thin, fluted champagne glass, mainly for the size of the rim that looked perfect for tipping over the eye and letting the milk bathe the flaming area.
She filled it 3/4 full and dashed into the bathroom and offered it to Sam who was still moaning, gasping and kind of squealing like an injured animal.
"I can't use a glass, I'll break it," he said.
"Well, splash it in your eyes." Simmy backed away from the situation to give Sam some room to writhe.
Twenty minutes later, Simmy had the jalapenos chopped into tiny bits... Sam was handling the milk for the sauce and the casserole was almost ready to go into the oven.
"You're going to have to forgive the potatoes before they're ready for supper or you won't enjoy them," she commented casually.
Construction son came bounding up the stairs as the event was over and Sam said, "I thought you'd have to call an ambulance."
Construction son looked at Sam with are you serious? written all over his face.
"I really did!" Sam said, still reeling from the barely subsided pain.
"You're going to have to learn to sew if you can't manage cooking," Simmy said frankly.
Suddenly Simmy remembered the "Hallelujah Chorus!" food court video that her sister had sent her...
Enjoy going to church at the food court! or Enjoy the food court and make it church! ??? You decide!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXh7JR9oKVE&feature=youtube_gdata_player
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