Why you do that!!??

I can't stand people who eat weird. Yeah, this is a very general statement, but weird eaters bother me and they are jerks. Why would anyone ever eat the entire portion of something before even tasting the other dishes? Foods are made to compliment each other, so obviously they should eat bites of everything in a somewhat equal portion. It makes no sense to eat all your corn before taking a bite of your chicken or tasting the mashed potatoes. The least you can do is mix your corn with the potatoes and go that route. Also, how can people eat a meal without a drink. The drink is a vital part of a meal, be it water, wine, or a soda. Doesn't your mouth get dry?


Can people in Asia use chopsticks with the same proficient as we Americans can use a fork? From my point of view, a fork is much easier, but I can also see that I would have to think that because its all I've ever used. I can use chop sticks, but they take longer and are slightly more messy in the long run.


I'm glad I started drinking coffee. I never liked the stuff until 7 Am classes at chiro school became painful after long late nights. Thank you Kristen Anderson, where ever you are, for making me drink that first cup and how it changed my life. Easier mornings, more social hours, and slightly browner teeth are my reward.

Have a wonderful weekend all those who made it this far!

The Hot Pepper Story

Let me take you back to when Garden Club first began. I was living with my roommate Troy in an apartment up in Seneca Falls, NY. First of all, Troy is great, he will try anything for the thrill of it and then laugh historically about it for days. He was never really in the Garden Club officially, but was always there in spirit.
So anyway, the garden was a disaster...The soil was pure clay, in would not rain for weeks at a time, it was in a field so covered with weeds that the baby weeds were unstoppable, and I was in school getting my degree, so who had time to garden? The total vegetables collected: three tomatoes, one green pepper, some borrage (an edible flower mostly used on fancy cakes), some dill, some other herbs, one ukaliptise plant, and about 12 super hot peppers.
I had no idea how hot these peppers were because I don't like spicy hot things, but I wanted to know for the mere fact they were the only thing that really grew in that waistland. I take the peppers home and say "hey Troy, you have to try one of these peppers, they are SO GOOD!" Good old Troy says "Sure, give me one" and inside I'm cracking up thinking he is going to start whining "oh, these peppers are so hot, why would you do that to me..wah wah wah". Troy eats about half the pepper...and nothing, says there okay but nothing special. This entices me to try one, I take a bite, and nothing...for about a minutes. Well the time difference between when Troy ate his and when I ate mine was about 30 seconds, and soon enough Troy's eyes start bugging out of his head and he starts turning all red, then it happens...
These stupid peppers were like mace and put us in the most pain either one had ever been in! The scene is Troy and I standing there going "AHHHHHHHHHH, make it stop" and a lot of cursing. Troy proceeds to stick his head under the kitchen faucet, and since my fat head wouldn't fit under the bathroom faucet, I run outside and start squirting myself in the face with the hose. Tears, snot, spit, and sweat are pouring off us and wouldn't stop. Soon enough we realized that the water was not cutting it, so both of us soaking wet start trying other options in a purely chaotic manner. Troy starts eating things to try and dilute the venom, I run to the fridge and seem to remember that milk stops the burn when eating spicy foods. I reach for the Soy milk, all we had, and start pounding it...yeah, it was like 4 months old and totally spoiled and chunky leading me to start vomiting all over. Not a good day.
After about 45 minutes we decide we're okay, that no hospital visit is necessary, and that this experience was probably about the funniest thing ever. What to do...give the peppers to all our friends and enjoy the half hour of them suffering. The thing is, people started to want the experience and started asking for the peppers. Man, it was great watching all these people think they were good with spicy foods, then become absolute babies. So the moral of the story, don't eat things I give you.