See, this is what happens. And, yes, I’m about to rant; just stay with me here. When I get all stressed out I have to just go cook something.
I’m discovering that the more stressed out I am, the better my food is. And the more foul my mouth is.
But, this morning as I was stressing the hell out I had a vision of this slider. It’s moments like this that I silently high five myself for freezing leftovers. If it were up to Mark he would throw everything out; but not my frugal ass.
No. I paid good money for that brisket. I’m freezing that shit.
Remember these? I made another batch a couple of days ago and let me just go ahead and tell you. They are as hot as 17 different forms of hell. I don’t remember my cute little jalapenos setting my ass on fire quite like these do. I love heat, but I gotta say, these take it to a whole new level. Like, I’m-panicking-and-I-don’t-know-if-I-can-handle-this-heat level. Seriously – shoving bread down your throat type of heat level.
So, just a little tip here if you make them anytime soon – take the seeds out if you don’t want to burn the F out of your mouth. Ya’ll know I can handle heat – so you know they’re pretty severe. Maybe it’s this latest season of jalapenos. I don’t know.
I hope my Nanny isn’t reading this.