Red pepper, I love you.

Somewhere on her beautiful mountain-top, my mother is watching the fiery fall colors and crying a little, but doesn’t know why.  What she doesn’t know (yet) is that this evening, I pulled a small meatloaf I made -using her wonderful recipe- from the freezer and did something she would consider unthinkable.

I took out a week’s frustration at the congestion that has been meandering between my lungs and nose all week on the meatloaf, with a pile of sinus-freeing spicy things.  I lined the bottom of the baking dish with a smoky citrus salsa, then doused the meat with both white and crushed red pepper, and baked the thing until the spicy flavor permeated every meaty bite.

And it was glorious.

“Oooooh! What’s this?” or “What the hell are you doing with my camera?”

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