by Ross, guest columnist and gastronomic daredevil
This just arrived direct from Pittsburgh. My girlfriend’s parents bought them for me. Normally, my palate would be intrigued by the idea of sweet peppers stuffed with prosciutto and provolone. However, in jar form, the concept is somewhat different (if not downright disturbing).
1) Side view: Somewhat interesting. Mostly benign.
2) Bottom view: To quote The Skwire (Mark): Usually this is the last thing you see. Then something really bad happens.
After much deliberation, and ignoring the pleas for my safety, I have decided to sample the ominous-looking “Banana Pepper Shooters” from Pittsburgh.
Pic 1: The peppers in their glory.
Pic 2: There was no reassuring ‘pop’ sound of the vacuum seal breaking. I am starting to get concerned. The smell emanating from the jar can only be described as similar to snorting a pickled egg off the floor of a vinegar factory. My nose hairs singe!