Vegetables and How I Cook Them: Peppers, Sweet

I don’t like spending hours talking about the best place to go to see the fireworks. I don’t love discussing as a large group the best place to park for the fireworks that will balance the distance we have to walk to get to thus established perfect place and the ease with which we will be able to get the hell out of there at the end of the night. I don’t love the nimrod sitting behind me screaming “Oohs and Ahhs” at the top of his lungs to drunkenly be the most patriotic in the vicinity. I don’t love what it does to my dog’s intestinal system. And I don’t love thinking about what if these were actual bombs going off and what the noise must be doing to those who have witnessed war and the aftermath of them.