Alternative title: In which I find a rather demonic looking roasted pepper and consider repenting my sins…Until I realise that the sun will probably supernova before I finish listing them all…Sigh.
“Why are you making something you don’t like?” my brain huffed.
“What do you mean?” I rubbed my eyes and cursed the onion.
“Well, you freaking hate pepper…Why are you making a pepper soup?”
“You’re thinking of a different type of pepper” I mutter.
“…huh?” my brain was rather befuddled.
“Nightshade? … Are you bonkers?!”
This is the genius I live with.