...or I was at least.
Yesterday's lunch has finally worn off.
I took six big jalapenos, each the size of a child's fist, halved them, spooned the halves full of seasoned feta cheese, and baked them for a bit.
That was a big ol' plate of crispy hot fresh peppers, let me tell you; I spent the rest of the afternoon in a capsaicin miasma.
I thought about going for a walk on the Monon Trail south of 38th Street afterward, in hopes that a would-be mugger would jump out of the bushes and I could burp in his face, because it would have made this stuff look like Evening In Paris by comparison.