Friday: I picked a bucket of peppers. Noticed the poblano's had spider webs in their little wrinkles...Yuck! I then placed the peppers in a bucket of water...To drown the spiders, y'know.
Saturday: Studmuffin decided to make roast.
"Hey, Babe! How about roast for dinner? Do we have any peppers?"
"Oh shoot. I picked some yesterday, but the poblanos had webs in them, so they are still sitting in a bucket of water in the sink in the garage...I hope they're still good."
Studmuffin brought in some peppers, sliced them up, then threw them in the roast.
Sunday: I walked into the garage. I saw the bucket of water with peppers in it. Hmmm....
"I better drain that water off and see if those peppers are any good." So, without further thought, or consideration of consequences of peppers sitting in a warm bucket of water for 3 days, I dumped the whole kit and caboodle in the garage sink.
The smell almost knocked me off my feet...
I fled the scene.
"Studmuffin! Seriously, I almost just puked. That bucket of pepper has rotted and it smells like vomit!"
"Do you need me to take care of it!"
I stopped in my tracks. I was shocked. But very grateful...."YES!!!"
1.5 seconds later: Studmuffin bursts back into the house. Apparently the smell had spread through the garage. It was horrific...And, some of the peppers had turned into slime and slid down in the drain. (Remember, I just picked up the bucket and DUMPED. I confess to no forethought in this action. Forethought has never been my strong point.)
He opened the doors. He tackled the problem. He cleaned up my mess, that I'm pretty sure is somehow his fault, because he should have emptied the water when he grabbed peppers yesterday!
And, let me tell you he has whined about his hand stinking all evening. He washed it. He rubbed lemon on it. He rubbed it on a stainless steel spoon.
He claims it still stinks.
What a wimp.