I apparently like bell peppers. And by "I," I mean me being controlled by you two, the puppet masters. Keep in mind that for years, I hated bell peppers. All bell peppers. Some people say, they are fine with red, but not with green. I never liked any of them. It's one of the things that your father and I had in common. (And also Grandma, who doesn't like them either).
But then on Monday this week, I was at lunch having tempura at Caffe Macs (yes, the food is fancy here). And it was a mixed tempura so true to form, I ate the salmon, the scallops, the shrimp, the broccoli and the squash first. Then there were two. A carrot and a red bell pepper. I ate the carrot because I thought you guys might need some beta carotene for night vision. And then I was in the middle of a lunch meeting and couldn't leave, so I snapped off a little piece of tempura batter from the bell pepper. And it tasted so good that I devoured the whole thing. I was shocked. I am a woman who has told everyone across the land that bell peppers are terrible because the flavor of them contaminates anything they are in. And there I was, eating a bell pepper.
Then today, at lunch, I ordered mongolian beef and it had three colors of bell peppers. And sure enough, once again, they were delicious. WTF cherubs, wtf?!?
Your Auntie Shay was very happy. As is your Uncle Gerg no doubt. Me, I am confused. And I blame you.
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