The mid-night snack was snippered Schwarzwälder speck, stalky mustard greens, a dozen fresh red birdseye chilies, and challah croutons, all parch-fried till dark and crusty, with a modicum of salt and spices.
Normally I abjure fresh red birdseyes.
But they winked at me so.
I bought a bag.
For every rasher of bacon you fry up, several Vegan angels die. If you add chopped hot chilies, so do hipsters. Plus the challah croutons, you also hurt and offend gluten-phobes, hysterics, the Berkeley wicca minyan, and any number of moonbeams.
I had ice-cream afterwards. Lactose!
Oh, the humanity!
I should have removed the seeds.
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