Posted: 07 Oct 2014 - David Lebovitz
One of the things I don’t like are
bell peppers.
They’re one of those things that people are, for some reason,
always trying to convince me to like. (What’s up with that?) And they always
seem to put them on airline food as well, presumably due to their forceful, overpowering
flavor, which helps the food make more of an impression on our dulled palates
at higher altitudes. (And in my experience, my brain, too.)
And
if there wasn’t a ban on bringing pointy metallic objects on planes, I’d travel
with a set of tweezers to remove the offending red and green strips they seem
to like to drape over everything.
However, like just about every other
thing in my life, there’s a contradiction. And in this case, it’s that I love
chile peppers — in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Go figure.
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