
THE SCENE From across the store I could see them - orange habaneros, piled high, glowing like the summer sun. They were small and tender in appearance but, I knew all too well, scary hot on the inside. Like a crab, I sidestepped across the room, handling several cases of produce before I made my way to the peppers. "Ouch," I thought, thinking of the meal to come. "This is gonna hurt." I scooped up three small beauties, reasoning that if they can eat six in Guyana, surely I can stretch … [Read more...]


























