I stood in the grocery store aisle,
and stared at the large jar of roasted red peppers for a good five minutes.
I was at home, making a pot of vegetarian chili,
when the voice of inspiration came to me (ding!) -
"Roasted red peppers will add that flavor you are searching for,
to make this recipe unique."
Unfortunately, I only wanted a small jar,
compared to the econo-sized jar displayed on the shelf,
which was large enough to display small body parts in
. . . . . . . . . .but let's not get off track.
I went back and forth on whether to buy such a large jar,
knowing that a good part of it would probably go to waste.
I finally decided to grab the jar off the top shelf, and put it in my cart.
When I arrived home, my youngest son helped me carry the grocery bags
inside the house, resting them on the kitchen floor.
One by one, I lifted each bag up on top of the counter,
emptying out the groceries, and putting them away.
When I lifted up the next bag . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"What the . . . . . . . .??!!" I said.
The large jar of roasted red peppers was apparently too heavy
for the plastic grocery bag to contain it,
and it dropped right through the bottom, crashing onto the hard surface.
Like water spilling out of a broken levy, red pepper juice spilled
ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
the roasted red peppers,
lying on the floor,
amidst the broken glass,
actually DID resemble a body part.
The voice of inspiration spoke, once again.
"You will not be adding roasted red peppers to your chili.
You will now be mopping the floor."