I think I could live off of peppers. Red, green, yellow. Raw, cooked.
I incorporate them into most dinners I cook, to the dismay of my roommate, and I am eating cold, crisp pepper slices with veggie dip right now. And when you find a vegetable you actually like, probably you should take advantage of it.
Brandon is the best cook ever; probably if he doesn’t find a job for a bit when he moves up, I will pay him to be my personal chef. He said he liked this idea a lot, and do I provide benefits? Sorry, no. Looks like you gotta marry the boss to cash in on those.
The converse of this was my joke; if he gets a sweet job in his field and makes more than I am now, I will happily go back to SNP where my salary will be just enough to foot the grocery bill. And then he can still make me food every night.