You’re going to laugh at me… and that’s okay. I deserve it. Tuesday I decided to slice up and dry these puppies in the dehydrator.
Those red beauties came from the thriving paprika pepper plants in the garden. Well, here’s what happened:
I thought to myself, “You know Sarah, people wear gloves when slicing jalapeños and other hot peppers… Maybe you should wait and ask Trevor to bring some home before you start this.”
I’m pretty sure this is when the little devil on my shoulder chimed in with “Nah! These paprikas won’t be that hot. If anything, you’ll only feel burning for a few minutes. No biggie! You can tough it out! You have to get these peppers in the dehydrator now Sarah before they are past their prime!”
I think you know what happened. I sliced and de-seeded about a dozen peppers. Without gloves. The burning feeling didn’t hit me until after I washed my hands. Then I realized I really should have listened to my first instinct and just waited for gloves. All I can say is that it felt like my flesh was melting off. And that feeling lasted for over 48-hours.
Note to self: peppers require gloves.