Wednesday, August 14, 2013


The Flying Pie Habanero Pizza.

Come one, come all, to ruin your palate on this deceptively delicious, gourmet, seasonal pie. 

Tip: Ask for cream cheese as an additional topping.  It cuts the heat.

Flying Pie Pizza is a regional favorite and you have to give them a try if you're ever in Idaho.  Every year in August when Habanero peppers are in full force, so is this pizza.  It is a big event for pizza lovers; even those who hate habaneros are more than happy to file in as spectators.

Warning:  You have to sign a waiver to take this pizza out of the restaurant

There are three levels to the Habanero Pizza:

Level One:  Approximately 6 fresh habanero peppers (heat equivalent of 5lbs of jalapeños). 
Level Two: Approximately 12 fresh habanero peppers (heat equivalent of 10lbs of jalapeños).
Level Three: Approximately 18 fresh habanero peppers (the heat equivalent of 15lbs of jalapeños).

Why would anyone submit themselves to this special kind of torture?  Well, some people love heat; some people love a challenge; and some people love to laugh at both.  Even an old pro will turn some shade of red upon consumption. 

Bonus:  Free ice cream with every pizza ordered.

I'm not getting paid to write this, (although if they wanted to buy me a slice, I'd let them).  I only bring it up because Flying Pie's Habanero pizza was one of the very first outings of my Adventure of the Month Club.  It holds a special place in my heart, and I look forward to it even though it's hotter than my personal liking.  I was there just this last Friday, and will be meeting some more friends this coming weekend for a second round.

 So, If you're ever in the area late summer, and ready for a challenge, you know where to find me.

Remember:  Avoid touching your face until after you've washed your hands.  Habanero oil in your eye is an adventure worth skipping.

Sunday, August 4, 2013


I'm not feeling terribly inspired today.  However, I know it is important to push through this lack of interest and work anyway.  So, here I am.  Here I am to write.  Something.  Some of you with something, anything, better to do may want to go about your business.  The rest of you; fasten your seat belts.

So far today, I woke up late and rushed to get ready for church.  After church I went to Whole Foods, where I purchased an iced coffee and some yogurt.  I then came home, looked up who the 12th Doctor will be, watched Miss Marple on Netflix, ate cold pizza, and am currently on the living room floor typing this post as my laptop battery recharges. 

The only thing I've decided for certain today is that when I'm in my 80's, I'm going to solve crimes.  I'll be cute, tactical, and borderline aggravating.  I'll have friends all over the English countryside who will invite me in and make me tea while I scrutinize their neighbors and relatives for clues.  I will be at first a nuisance, and then revered by the local authorities.  I can't imagine a better way to retire.  Now, if I could only decide what to do with the next 50 years.  I suppose I could start my sleuthing career a little early by taking my cue from Jessica Fletcher.  Bonus- I'd be a successful murder mystery writer. 

I don't know about you, but I feel pretty good about this plan.  Still, I'm left with at least 25-30 years until I make it official.  Since my golden years are going to be pretty darn exciting, I suppose I can risk something a bit more mundane in the interim.  A home, family, and hanging out with friends.  Perhaps a good Murder Mystery Dinner from time to time.  After all, I'm going to need the practice.