Light My Fire

     Oh the things we do for love. Moving across country, buying flowers, making dinner that has very spicy peppers involved, buying expensive gifts, just to name a few. It was in the name of love and hunger that I decided working with jalapenos and habanero peppers was a great way to spice up a meal. This adventure was admittedly not my finest hour. If it hadn't been for love I would not have danced the burning tango with capsaicin. For non pepper lovers, capsaicin is a lovely component of peppers that produces a burning sensation. This sensation was evident all over my hands because without thinking of my poor sensitive skin I roasted and cut into these peppers without gloves. After working with the peppers I did wash my hands several times but to no avail. During a hot shower which opened the pores of my skin I transformed into Lobster Hands. This is akin to "hulking out" I may not have been angry but I looked the part. For most of the evening I sat around holding an ice pack and trying to lay a guilt trip on Steven. Bearing a close resemblance to Spock the guilt trip had no effect. Instead he made me dunk my hands in cold milk and alka seltzer which actually improved things. I also tried using a sea salt scrub, cooling hand cream, and aloe vera gel. The things we do for love.

      Thankfully, my alter ego Lobster Hands was soothed by Monday and I felt relatively normal. The next time someone wants salsa, he can march his ass down the street and fetch it himself. Love ya +Steven Larizza , mean it :)!