And finally, a new website! And it only took me a year or so. (Seriously. Remember my old domain actually ran through its lifetime and extinguished itself while waiting for me to set it up already?) So, yay me. I think I may have pulled something trying to pat myself on the back.
Mike’s playing a show up in Canmore tonight, and so seeing as a) it’s winter, and b) snowy, and c) he gets so nervous before a gig that he never eats, and if they do get a free food and booze tab, you can guess which category it’s spent on, I decided to feed him proper before sending him off this afternoon.
Now, you’d think by the ripe old age of somewhere between 30 and 40, I might have learned that when working with hot peppers, rubber gloves are a good idea. I’m pretty sure I mentioned that fact in the article I just finished for City Palate. In fact, I deliberated including it or not, thinking the advice was just too obvious. And yet each and every time I work with fresh hot peppers, I think I’m somehow exempt from this rule; that if I work fast and wash my hands immediately, the capsaicin isn’t going to have time to seep into my dried-out skin to burn me all night long. (And then after spending all evening slathering tingly-cool peppermint foot lotion on my hands, I’m not going to be reminded again of my mistake when I take my contacts out.)