Apparently, I was thinking that my husband and I were missing a major life experience. So I decided to rectify this lack by frying some jalapenos and incapacitating us with aerosolized essence of pain. Homemade pepper spray!
So, we get to check that off our bucket lists. You’re welcome, honey!
For improved results, after getting hit with the homemade pepper spray reflexively wipe your eyes with the same fingers used when slicing the peppers. Did that once with Scotch bonnet peppers during a romantic “come over and I’ll make you a fancy dinner” -type date.
If the coughing and irritation (mind you, I was NOT sitting in the kitchen, but in an adjacent room) had lasted any longer, I probably would have needed to leave the house. Pepper spray, indeed…
Could have been worse. Could have dodged the homemade pepper spray, and not wiped your eyes, but instead get “better acquainted” with the lady without washing your hand first.
Now *there’s *a ruined date.
The one I remember was when he went to a pho place in LA. The cook looked like he was scared to death of the dish, and he invented it! Full respirator and Guy had to back away to the far side of the kitchen.
The owner of the pizza place where I worked in college used to set each new dishwasher/cook to cutting jalapenos at the end of his first night. After about ten minutes, he’d bring him a beer or two. He said that was his sure fire method of finding out who washed their hands around the place. And ensuring that those who didn’t before learned to do so quickly.
I once tried to reduce a fith of Jack Daniel’s, in a feckless attempt to make JD sauce.
I don’t recommend you try this unless you have a gas mask handy.
Bread poultice. If you wipe peppery fingers in your eye, blot it out with a mashed up piece of white bread. If you get too much of a mouthful of it, start chewing up the flour tortillas. Water won’t help a bit, in either case.
I worked a pizza place during my high school summer job days and one night I’m assigned to chop onions in food prep. I was using a restaurant grade french fry cutter and once I got into the routine, I could safely close my eyes and just keep on cycling the skinned onions through. After about 10 minutes the manager came back and told me I had done enough because people in the dining area were complaining.