Man.
I’m positive that the bulk-bagged wasabi peas carried by the Kzoo food coop are made by ninjas.
They’re hands-down the hottest wasabi peas I’ve ever eaten. Unlike regular wapeas, which I can down by the handful with little ill effect, one or two of these guys can reduce me to a blinking, snorting, teary-eyed pile of weak-kneed gaijin goo. They’re like swallowing little wasabi caltrops, designed to puncture my digestive system.
Can I stop eating them? Hell, no.
**Thniiiiiif**
That “I am Ninja!” heading darn near made me spit coffee all over my monitor! Thanks for the grin, Janer!