Sunday, August 22, 2010

Eating fire



I remember seeing fire eaters on TV and once when my Dad took me to the Circus. but it is something I never wanted to do, or sword swallowing either for that matter.

Hot peppers, gently fried and sandwiched between slices of lightly buttered fresh bread, is my kind of "fire eating".

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