Scotch Bonnet peppers are good examples of the allure of harmful things. They are metaphors for swimming with sharks, sky-diving, illicit love affairs, auto racing, experimenting with heroin, and deep-sea diving without a tank. Or maybe I have that backwards. I think it doesn’t matter.
Regardless of their potential for causing excruciating pain and even worse, like their metaphoric cousins they have the potential to launch feelings of such intense euphoria that their appeal is magnetic, almost irresistible.
I have grown addicted to the flavor and intense, lingering heat of Scotch Bonnet peppers. Fortunately, it is possible to sample them without the life-changing or death-defying risks associated with their brethren.
A little goes a long way in the world of Scotch Bonnet pepper consumption. I have small, long-necked jars of Scotch Bonnet pepper sauce that have survived more than a year in the cupboard, with half the jar remaining to satisfy my cravings for yet another year to come.
Some of the most addictive sauces, though, do not treat me so gently. Their ferocious yearnings drive me to consume more, like the lips of a passionate paramour urging me to explore her more thoroughly, crying out for more, more, more until the jar is empty and the joyous flavor is a thing of the past.
I should go on record that I have no experience swimming with sharks, nor with heroine. I should also mention that I do have experience with a single sky-dive. Finally, let the record show I have extensive, intimate experience with Scotch Bonnet peppers and their irresistible allure.
We do, indeed; there’s one (or more) in Little Rock. It is on my list of things to buy! Thanks, spiceboy!
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