Yesterday, while I was setting up the hose to water the garden, Luke came over, triumphantly waving a clutched hand at me. “Look, Mama! A banana pepper!”
I sighed. “I wasn’t going to pick those yet.” I set down the hose.
“I wanna eat it now.”
I hustled him into the house, not knowing how to feed him a banana pepper. They’re spicy, right?
I sniffed it. It smelled spicy. I stuck it up to his nose. “Smell it.” He took a deep whiff.
“Do you still want it? It’s going to be a little spicy.” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I want it.”
I got out the cutting board and removed the seeds, somewhat doubtful. I mean, this is the kid that, on one hand, refuses peppermint gum because it is “spicy”, but, on the other hand, will eat medium salsa by the spoonful.
I tried a little bit, and to my surprise it wasn’t spicy at all. I called Luke over, and he tried a slice as well. No issues. I still wasn’t sure. I know some spicy foods can creep up on you.
Just to be sure, I put cream cheese and jam on it.
He was thrilled.
Next time, I am just going to give the banana pepper to him plain, sliced.