Adam brought home the bushell of chile last night. He peeled them, bagged them up, rearranged the freezer, took a bag over to our neighbors, and carted the remaining bags to his parents, who have graciously cleared a shelf in their chile freezer for our chile. When I got home, I made a simple dinner of a dozen big jims stuffed with cheese and sprinkled with kosher salt and baked for 10 minutes. Rellenos without the battering, washed downs with pints of Foster's Special Bitter.

So let's talk about the chile.

It is monster chile. Oh, holy God and all that's god-y and holy, it's monster chile. Mixed in with the ultra hot chile (which was spicy and delicious and evil in itself) were the mutant, nuclear fallout hotter than habenero chiles. We we ate maybe three of these monsters, and went screaming around the living room. You know those cartoons where steam pops out of the characters' ears? Yeah. That was us.

And then we sat back down and ate more.

That's some good eats right there. Y'all run down and get your supply now.