My mom makes awesome jalapeño “poppers” in the summer with her homegrown jals. They aren’t breaded and deep-fried like the kind out of the box (although, who doesn’t like those?) — they’re oven-baked. Even so, they are far from being healthy. And I can never, EVER stop at just one. Or two. And rarely can I stop at three.
On the way to family dinner at my parent’s house last weekend, the BBF says, “I hope your mom makes those jalapeños!” And in that moment, I saw an opportunity to remind him just how great I am.
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