My eye is on FIRE!

     Before telling you this story, I must preface with the fact that 1.  I have Crohn's Disease and therefore can't eat spicy foods, in fact - the blander, the better.  2. Even if I COULD eat spicy food, I wouldn't.  3. I am blessed to have such a wonderful husband and I really do thank God everyday that he's in my life, he really is  my soulmate.

    Now, back to the story.  After church yesterday, Adam and I contemplated what we'd eat for lunch.  He has been on a grilled cheese kick lately and if he's making me lunch, I'm not complaining nor am I going to be picky.  I ran to change out of my church clothes into something comfy when I hear him yelling that I'm low on cheddar cheese.  We were trying to avoid a trip to the grocery store so I said to make the sandwich smaller. He suggested I eat some of his cheese (with all of my dietary restrictions, we have separate foods).  His cheese was pepper jack, which I knew would be spicy, but really, how spicy could it be? I tried a small bite.  Wow. No. I'll eat plain bread before eating that. No thank you. Water. I need water!


    Last night, Adam was grilling mahi mahi for tacos for him and just plain salmon for me. Bland, just sea salt, lime and a sprinkling of Mrs. Dash salmon for me.  Adam eats peppers with every meal.  Every. Single. Meal. The hotter the sauce, salsa, pepper and food, the better for him. He has a spice in the cabinet called Ghost Pepper Sea Salt. I'm scared to even touch the container that some of it might get on my hands.  I'm fairly certain his taste buds have long been burned off from actually tasting anything. I often wonder  if he still has the lining to his stomach.  To him, my bland food tastes are horrible.  To me, his spicy food could potentially cause death. Adam also would eat tacos every single day if allowed.

Said no Adam ever.

   
    I watched Adam slicing up peppers, onion and an avocado last night while I did some work on the computer.  During which time, Adam must have touched the remote control for the tv and have part of a jalapeno on his finger.  I then changed the channel (Yankees vs. Brewers).  About 12 minutes later, Adam suggested we go for a walk with the dogs and then....... OMG! I must have touched my eye with the juice of the jalapeno!  (sang to Alicia Keys - "My eye was on fiiiirrrrreee!!").  I was screaming in pain.  Where was the eye flush station they'd have in science class?!?! 

     Needless to say, my eye made a full recovery, but it was touch and go for about 3 whole minutes.  I now have developed an irrational fear of jalapenos.