Bill's Vignettes

This is my story. It will consist of little pictures, snippets, or vignettes, from my past. It is a legacy to my children and grandchildren and those that may come after and hopefully will also be of some interest to the casual reader who doesn't know me from Adam.

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You Mean Habanero, Don’t You?

Posted by sundoulos2005 on September 13, 2007

I have an affinity towards certain candy items, one of which is Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Living at some distance from the nearest grocery store, I protected any I might have from my teenage sons by keeping them in my desk, which was in my locked study.

One sunny summer day, as I was mowing the front lawn, I espied a wrapped Peanut Butter Cup on the ground underneath the living room window. I picked it up and found it to be undamaged. I know I did not leave it there and that left only one of my two sons who, I supposed, I must have surprised as they were about to enjoy this delectable.

I certainly did not appreciate this pilfering, yet I could not make any accurate accusations. What could I do to find out who it was that took it and what could I do to preempt any future thefts?

I had some medical syringes and I had some habañero peppers soaking in their own juices. The idea hit me as a sudden and delightful inspiration. I filled a syringe with habañero juice and injected it through the wrapper into the peanut butter cup. The penetration would not be noticed by the casual observer. I replaced the candy where I had found it and went on about my business. Soon, the incident was forgotten.

About two years later my younger son, Adam, was eating dinner with us when I remembered the peanut butter cup. “Whatever happened to that peanut butter cup that I put jalapeño juice in?” I wondered aloud.

“You mean habañero, don’t you?” Adam responded.

After a gut-busting laugh, I said, “Adam, the only thing better than that answer would have to have been there when you bit into it.”

[The story might leave the reader to believe that Adam had taken the candy. He came upon it, as I had, and took advantage of his find. Poor lad.]

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