Pepper I do not like. I do not like it sprinkled or ground over the meat or other food I am about to eat. I do not really care for it in its vegetable form either.
Last night’s conundrum, wife unit prepared dinner, piling on some barely cooked green peppers on my plate.
What to do?, as she sat directly in front of me.
Slyly, I slid some things on the table to block wife unit’s view as I ate everything else but, then put my body between wife unit’s field of vision and the plate with the untouched green peppers, walked to the sink, scraped off the green peppers onto the plate wife unit had set aside for leftover to make her lunch for today with, then walked back to the table, wife unit none the wiser and me happy not have eaten the damned peppers.