Sometimes you learn a very valuable lesson at the ripe age of 33, I learned two of those lessons a few nights ago, one I should of learned much, much younger. ..
I have this recipe that I love, I mean love! I crave it, and sometimes even dream about it. It is really simple to make, so I am not exactly sure why I don't make it more. Our family calls it Trash Dip, some call it Poolside Dip, everyone calls it amazing. So the recipe calls for a block of cream cheese, one finely chopped red bell pepper, a can of whole kernel corn,drained, a can of chopped olives, a packet of dry ranch dressing, and a finely chopped jalapeño pepper. You mix it all together and enjoy with some wheat crackers.
One of my cravings set in for this wonderfulness so I ran to the store, grabbed the few things I needed, and came back home. While fixing supper I set in to chopping the veggies and getting it ready to enjoy for my lunch the next day. I have a mild case of OCD, so hand washing is a big deal with me.
After supper was done and cleaned up, I got back to filling orders for my side business. This includes painting, so several more hand washings. Finally, after all the nightly mom duties were done it was time to shower and go to bed! Yea! My favorite time of day!
This is where my lesson comes in. The hubs is a firefighter, and was at the station this particular night. (Where is every single time something bad happens) I go to the restroom and remove, what my mom always called, "my spark plug". Yes, a tampon. Since it had been a couple hours and several hand washings since the jalapeno chopping I thought nothing of it, boy was I wrong. Almost immediately I felt it, the burn of that darn jalapeno!!! I text my husband and ask what to do for a jalapeño burn and I received "milk, bread?" "Ummmmmmm honey it's my secrets! Last time I checked it didn't drink and I don't know if rubbing bread on it will help, but I will try anything at this point" So then I text my mom (she knows everything). She suggests yogurt......NONE, not one container of yogurt in my house. So I jump in the shower praying that washing will help. Apparently all of my commotion woke up L, my daughter. She asks what was going on and I gave a brief explanation. Here, the 2nd lesson of the night comes in..... Never teach your children to be witty. My lovely pre-teen daughter starts singing at the top of her precious lungs "This girl is on firrrrrrre, this girl is on fiiiirrrrreeee". I stick my head out of the shower look at her and say " We cannot be friends anymore, go to bed!"
The shower helped enough that I was able to go to bed, but I will wear gloves while chopping any peppers from here on out, and I will never tell L embarrassing situations again .
Lessons learned, at least those two.
Feel free to the recipe (but wear gloves!)
