Ohgod, overcooked jalapeño poppers are the bane of my existence. On the one hand, they’re burnt and taste horrible. On the other hand, they’re jalapeño poppers, and I can’t help but take another bite just in case they’re not ruined all the way through.
Alas, they are. It’s like a deliciously-smelling Light Grenade.
Such is the case with this book. While I cannot handle more than a small amount at a time, I keep coming back to it, and regretting it each time.
Diabolical. Sandra Hill, you magnificent bastard.