Yesterday, I bought a bag of Market Value peppers from Tesco.
There were three peppers in the bag. Two were average in size,
one yellow and one red. But the third was
vast.
The Everest of the pepper community.
The Goliath of the vegetable world.
Its ambiguous hue defied obvious colour-based
categorisation, and as it loomed over its contemporaries,
it peered down arrogantly, with an air of contempt.
I put the pepper away in the fridge, at this point
uncertain of its destiny.
But today I wanted Fajitas for lunch.
So I removed the pepper from its refrigerated sanctuary
and placed it on the chopping board, ready for preparation.
On dissection, however, I found a small family living inside.
They were unhappy about me carving into their home without permission,
although they did admit that its organic nature
meant it probably wasn't a suitable long-term housing solution.
I suggested the milk carton as a less degradable alternative.
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