I just bought a slow cooker. It’s family sized and I am in love with it. My first meal was a chili that my boyfriend and I decided to take on and invite my best bud and bro over for. The BF is a fan of spice, while I am definitely not - in fact I fear and hate it all at the same time.
Let me just say that chili making with your BF is adorable. So adorable that it will make you want to vomit and do something inappropriate and not cute at all.
So post chopping, seasoning, and stirring I decided to add some spice of my own variety to the evening. In awesome girlfriend talk that means we went to the bedroom. Since I’m totally respectful and decent, I will leave that part of the story there.
Laying in bed later I felt a sort of unusual burning (yes, there) and I thought: That’s unusual. Since my BF didn’t have this same burning, I made a trip to the loo and started what I can only describe as a private water splashing remedy.
“Hey Babe, when we were…”
“Yeah, I don’t think I washed my hands after cutting up the jalapeno’s”
“Right. Perfect.”
“This will be funny later.”
And so, I guess it turned out he was right. And my fear of spice continues.
