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Friday, November 11, 2011
Roasted Peruvian Aji Chili Peppers
The peppers came in last night, so they were all ready to go as soon as I got to work. I walked out to the floor and began scanning the inventory on my way to the produce section. We are short on candles, hot chocolate, and handwarmers. We set them out on endcaps and they've been flying out the doors. Has it been getting cold? I haven't noticed.
Anyway, I saw the peppers sitting there in their display box teasing me, yellow smiles with flourescent-reflection-teeth. Usually, these peppers are dried and crushed, you can probably find them in your latin-spices section but this time they were nice and fresh. When selecting peppers, it is pretty common for the smaller peppers to be hotter. The same thing goes for the firmness. So I chose a variety of sizes and firmness to ensure a wide variety of flavor and spice. One of the nice things about working at a grocery store is that you get first pick and if its something like produce, you can get first and free pick! I put the peppers in my pockets and carried on with my day.
As the day progressed, I could smell the chilis. If my life was a cartoon, it would show me walking through the aisles with a green vapor drifting up from my pockets before forming into little fingers in front of my nose. Finally, it was lunch time. I grabbed some bread and milk and went back to the break room to evaluate the new peppers.
However, as I pulled the prize out of my pocket, they came out slimy and skinless. I was holding roasted chilis in my hand. Disappointed, I spent the rest of my lunch break gnawing on boring bread while trying to clean out the insides of my pockets.
Anyway, I saw the peppers sitting there in their display box teasing me, yellow smiles with flourescent-reflection-teeth. Usually, these peppers are dried and crushed, you can probably find them in your latin-spices section but this time they were nice and fresh. When selecting peppers, it is pretty common for the smaller peppers to be hotter. The same thing goes for the firmness. So I chose a variety of sizes and firmness to ensure a wide variety of flavor and spice. One of the nice things about working at a grocery store is that you get first pick and if its something like produce, you can get first and free pick! I put the peppers in my pockets and carried on with my day.
As the day progressed, I could smell the chilis. If my life was a cartoon, it would show me walking through the aisles with a green vapor drifting up from my pockets before forming into little fingers in front of my nose. Finally, it was lunch time. I grabbed some bread and milk and went back to the break room to evaluate the new peppers.
However, as I pulled the prize out of my pocket, they came out slimy and skinless. I was holding roasted chilis in my hand. Disappointed, I spent the rest of my lunch break gnawing on boring bread while trying to clean out the insides of my pockets.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Back to the plan
So, I had originally set up this blog to be a sort of diary about world peppers. Those of you who know me are fully aware of my obsession of peppers and my borderline psychotic need to try as many peppers as I possibly can. I prefer the spicy ones, but I want to try even the sweet ones. I've managed to get the produce manager in on my scheme and he's agreed to order different peppers periodically. He's told me that tomorrow, he is getting in a small amount of some S. American chili. I'll let you know all about it tomorrow.
I'm feeling better now, btw. Hopefully it was some frreak occurence and its done now.
I'm feeling better now, btw. Hopefully it was some frreak occurence and its done now.
Monday, November 7, 2011
E.P.D.
Oh, What a harrowing week I've had. So, you know about my Monday and Tuesday; but it just never ended. Tuesday night, or possibly Wednesday morning, I woke up. My house flipped on its side and an elephant was dancing on my door. Bam! Bam! Bam! "Brian!" "You there?" "Brian, please man, are you ok?" "Enumclaw Police! Open the door!"
My eyes popped open and I sat up and my house righted itself. Shaking my wits back into my head, I stood up and went to the door. "Hold on a sec. Let me get dressed," I called through the 2 inch wood. I ran into my bedroom, threw on a shirt and sweats and was halfway back to the door when it struck me. I didn't hurt. Wasn't it just a few hours ago that I burned alive, died, had electricity surge through me, inexplicably burned THROUGH an ambulance and skipped along the road like an old cigarette butt casually tossed out a window? My arms were a bit bruised as I pushed up my sleeves but the skin was all there. no scabs, no scars, no blood. I was hale and whole. It wasn't all a dream, was it? If so, why are the police here? "Oh!" I peeped as I remembered the reason for my waking. I grabbed hold of the door knob, twisted it and opened the door. On the front porch were two of Enumclaw's finest on either side of Jake B.
"You alright, man?" Jake B. blurted out while relief eased his features as soon as he saw I was alive.
"May we come in?" asked Officer 1.
Looking them over, they didn't really seem aggressive, their guns were holstered and they seemed more concerned than anything. I stepped back and let them in. Apparently I wasn't dreaming about any of it. Between Jake B., the police, and me, we were able to come up witha pretty solid account of what happened. They have been trying to find me for over 56 hours, it was now Thursday morning. They knew I was home because I used my home phone to call work. They had a car parked outside my house since Tuesday morning. Jake G, Bria, Mom, my boss. . .everybody came by my house, everytime with the police. They were about to break down my door to recover my body.
The police asked so many questions but I never had an answer for them. They asked the same questions multiple different ways. I tried to stay calm and answer them but it was getting quite annoying. I think they may have been trying to hide something from me because the longer they were at my house and the more unanswered questions they had, the more they sweated. I was the only one there who seemed fine.
So, anyway, that was Thursday morning. I called work and asked told them I was feeling much better and that I'd be in to work on Friday. I had to go to the store because all of my food had gone bad over the past week. I think my fridge is on the fritz too. I grabbed the milk I had bought over the weekend but it was warm and sour. I just went to the quickshop down the street grabbed some bread and peanut butter. It was going to be simple food for awhile. Then I headed home.
The rest of that day I spent calling my mom and friends letting them know that I was ok. Then I sat down and tried to figure out what happened to me.
My brain was a well-toned AK47 with a full clip of blanks. I had idea after idea after idea but they were completely empty ideas. as soon as I thought of something, it was gone. over and over again. Thursday night I went to bed just as confused as before.
Friday morning, 7am came and I was roasting in my bed. I got up, took a steaming hot shower ate my peanut butter sandwich and walked to work. Have you ever taken a vacation at a crucial time? The back storage area looked like a daycare had come to visit for a week, there were Halloween decorations mixed with Santa and Frosty's flakes. Coffee in hand, I called over some of the stockboys and got to sorting. It was around 10:30 that I started feeling sick. By lunch I was coughing and hacking. I was so worried that I was going to get another fever that I went and grabbed an orange juice and a bottle of vitamin C and started overdosing. The store manager was probably worried too, that would explain the insane micro-management that day. By 2, I clocked out and went home.
Sorry that I just keep going on and on about how difficult this week was but I hope you understand. I'll try to liven things up as the week progresses.
My eyes popped open and I sat up and my house righted itself. Shaking my wits back into my head, I stood up and went to the door. "Hold on a sec. Let me get dressed," I called through the 2 inch wood. I ran into my bedroom, threw on a shirt and sweats and was halfway back to the door when it struck me. I didn't hurt. Wasn't it just a few hours ago that I burned alive, died, had electricity surge through me, inexplicably burned THROUGH an ambulance and skipped along the road like an old cigarette butt casually tossed out a window? My arms were a bit bruised as I pushed up my sleeves but the skin was all there. no scabs, no scars, no blood. I was hale and whole. It wasn't all a dream, was it? If so, why are the police here? "Oh!" I peeped as I remembered the reason for my waking. I grabbed hold of the door knob, twisted it and opened the door. On the front porch were two of Enumclaw's finest on either side of Jake B.
"You alright, man?" Jake B. blurted out while relief eased his features as soon as he saw I was alive.
"May we come in?" asked Officer 1.
Looking them over, they didn't really seem aggressive, their guns were holstered and they seemed more concerned than anything. I stepped back and let them in. Apparently I wasn't dreaming about any of it. Between Jake B., the police, and me, we were able to come up witha pretty solid account of what happened. They have been trying to find me for over 56 hours, it was now Thursday morning. They knew I was home because I used my home phone to call work. They had a car parked outside my house since Tuesday morning. Jake G, Bria, Mom, my boss. . .everybody came by my house, everytime with the police. They were about to break down my door to recover my body.
The police asked so many questions but I never had an answer for them. They asked the same questions multiple different ways. I tried to stay calm and answer them but it was getting quite annoying. I think they may have been trying to hide something from me because the longer they were at my house and the more unanswered questions they had, the more they sweated. I was the only one there who seemed fine.
So, anyway, that was Thursday morning. I called work and asked told them I was feeling much better and that I'd be in to work on Friday. I had to go to the store because all of my food had gone bad over the past week. I think my fridge is on the fritz too. I grabbed the milk I had bought over the weekend but it was warm and sour. I just went to the quickshop down the street grabbed some bread and peanut butter. It was going to be simple food for awhile. Then I headed home.
The rest of that day I spent calling my mom and friends letting them know that I was ok. Then I sat down and tried to figure out what happened to me.
My brain was a well-toned AK47 with a full clip of blanks. I had idea after idea after idea but they were completely empty ideas. as soon as I thought of something, it was gone. over and over again. Thursday night I went to bed just as confused as before.
Friday morning, 7am came and I was roasting in my bed. I got up, took a steaming hot shower ate my peanut butter sandwich and walked to work. Have you ever taken a vacation at a crucial time? The back storage area looked like a daycare had come to visit for a week, there were Halloween decorations mixed with Santa and Frosty's flakes. Coffee in hand, I called over some of the stockboys and got to sorting. It was around 10:30 that I started feeling sick. By lunch I was coughing and hacking. I was so worried that I was going to get another fever that I went and grabbed an orange juice and a bottle of vitamin C and started overdosing. The store manager was probably worried too, that would explain the insane micro-management that day. By 2, I clocked out and went home.
Sorry that I just keep going on and on about how difficult this week was but I hope you understand. I'll try to liven things up as the week progresses.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Sick
Gah! can you believe it? all this crap and now I have a cold. My nasal cavity feels like a 50 year old storage unit for snot. Even my cheeks are sore from the pressure build up. I'm going back to sleep.
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