Hot lips

After bragging about my awesome hot sauce, oh so tasty and easy to simmer up for my beloved, well, I did wash that pot.  Evidently I hadn't used it since.  Tonight as Isaac faithfully scooped the tender, hot applesauce into a jar, he glopped some on the counter.  I said flippantly, "I just wiped that counter, go ahead, lick it!".  He did.  Next thing I know he's in the bathroom washing off his tongue.  "Blech, something weird was on that counter, Mom."  I didn't believe him.
I finally found the lid for his jar, licked my applesauce finger clean (it is the preferred way to clean around here!) and aaack!!!!  We have a problem.  Spicy, Hot Applesauce.

Oh, how I hope that my pot is not forever-spicy.  Hope Kevin enjoys that applesauce I, uh, made him.  Hope he sees my label when he opens the frig in the early morning.

Do you like this picture of my frig?  This is my through-the-desert frig (not dessert, though it's useful for that too) - it is lasting forever, like the Israelites' sandals did through 40 years in the desert.  That green stuff is the jello for tomorrow's cell model.  The blocks-o-cheese are part of my lovely bulk purchases from my favorite Mennonite grocers!