I would have had 16 peppers, but Matthew insisted on tasting one that night during dinner. He took a teeny tiny bite, and didn't think it was too hot. Before either Eric or I could stop him, he took out a huge bite. (It was one of those slow motion things where Eric and I were both trying to scream "Noooooooooooo!" but couldn't get it out in time.) The screams were heard for miles (we were eating outside, no less). He drank about a half gallon of milk. But, he survived. He'll never do THAT again.
So, doesn't anyone else in this family cook? or eat? C'mon people! Let's see some results!