My Eyes are Watering

But it's a good pain, like fingernails dug into your back in the throes of passion. My friend Cindy got me a gift set of sauce and dipping pretzels for Christmas. We're both wasabi fiends...we could graze on dried wasabi peas all afternoon...of course, washing it down with the adult beverage of our choice. I think I'm going to run out of pretzels first if I don't start rationing the glops I pile onto each pretzel stick. Did I mention I'm projectile sweating right now?


I need to find another batch to bring up and share on my next visit...but this jar's mine.