I did do the intermediate steps also – to within some estimation of the directions. I am a lot more careful with chemicals, by the way. That is not to say that foodstuffs are not chemicals, but I think you know what I mean. Actually, that reminds me of the time Mother – who really enjoyed cooking – decided she was going to make her own ketchup and every now and then, a boom would come from the stairwell to the basement.

NO, I AM NOT A WANNABE PIONEER WOMAN. Just in case you might possibly be wondering.

I am so, eh, how do you say in English? . . . at loose ends, that I might actually go into the kitchen and cook something. I might make stuffed peppers, or I probably should say “some variation of stuffed peppers.”

I feel my resolve weakening. However, I do have a bag of green peppers in my refrigerator, which will either wrinkle all up or get funky mold spots . . . or, having eventually been thrown out, return to haunt me.

Unfortunately, I can visualize a grinning sinister green pepper showing up in my dreams, or lurking under my bed in true monster tradition. So, I guess I will actually do a little experimentation here.

This is so not me.