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Pregnant Pepper and misc foodie ramblings

 California is one big barbeque this summer.  It happens every other summer I suppose.  Some point to global warming.  Apparently the planet hit 130 deg F this past week.  Highest temperature in recorded history or so the tall claim said.

And it happened in Death Valley.  Not far from our home - a couple hundred miles.  The earth is going to do its thing.  It has not rumbled big time for which I am grateful.  That burp would split the state. Literally.  In recent memory the biggest quake we felt was a 5.0 I think. 

The burning flora around us reached some 6,700 individual events statewide.  People are losing homes again.  All this amidst the raging covid cases.

So we do take out food.  I like grilled meat so I grab something quick - in the namesake 'In n Out' burger.  To me it looked like I was the only one In.  Felt special.  All others staying out.

Quiet as a tomb inside as folks prefer to sit in their chariots and order in the to go line.  I can see that.


I like the small interaction and theater of looking at the sparse menu and ordering as if  I am going to find an ostrich burger one day.

Cannot take walks so we sit at home a lot not wanting to breathe air that smells like charcoal.  Then we cook.  This is where I encountered the pregnant pepper.  As we cut open a Capsicum or Bell Pepper.  The red kind.

See pic below.

Something was rattling when I bought it but I figured it was the seed pod.  This miracle of nature was a first.  In Marathi its called Bhopli Mirchi. Plan to utilize it for some curry.  The inside mirchi was probably pregnant with anticipation of what it will see when the mothership Bhopli burst open.  Oh well -from darkness to light.

Other options to cook include a pasta and bruschetta dinner.  This was last week.


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