Explosive Red Pepper Soup Recipe

Okay,  like 25 people have asked me for the explosive red pepper soup recipe, so create this AT YOUR OWN RISK:
EXPLOSIVE RED PEPPER SOUP

2 med. onions, coarsely chopped
6 or 7 lg. red peppers, seeded and coarsely chopped
3 garlic cloves, coarsely chopped
1 tbsp. butter (Vegan: Use olive oil)
2/3 c. chicken or vegetable broth
Optional (if you like "spicy") Pinch of each: cayenne, crushed red pepper, cumin, paprika
Sour cream, (optional - I used non-fat, Greek-style yogurt - "Fage" is a popular brand) For vegans, add a little corn starch or a skinless, cooked potato to thicken.

Saute onions until quite soft but not brown. Add peppers, garlic, 1/2 of the broth and cook covered, stirring often, until peppers are soft (15 to 25 minutes). Add the rest of the broth and place into blender. Puree.

Serve hot or cold, stirring in additional broth or some yogurt to adjust thickness of the blend. The soup can be topped with sour cream and chopped chives. I like a little jalapeno topping as well.

If you are a moron like me, you can immediately pour it to a Thermos®  Stainless Steel Vacuumware Bottle and see what happens the next day.

PS: I took the thermos outside the...
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Failure at Cooking: The Pepper Soup (Part 3)

This is Part 3 of The Pepper Soup

I decided to bite the bullet and stick my head underneath the sink. Of course, there was no nozzle to control the temperature, so the faucet basically spit ice cubes at me as I tried to scrub pepper gunk from my head. The sink also had an automatic sensor, so I had to move my head back and forth like one of those toy water drinking bird just to get my head wet.

The secretary walked in just as I was bobbing around in the sink. “Do you have a change of clothes at least?”

I stood up and blotted my head with a C-fold paper towel. My head smelled like some weird combination of pepper and that awful pink soap they always have in public restrooms. “Good point, I’ll be right back.”

I was thankful that I still had an overnight bag from my weekend trip, so I headed out to my car. Just as I entered the parking lot, I ran the owner of the office next door, Bob Jacobson.

“Hey, Stephanie!” he said, giving me a curious glance. “How are you...feeling today?”

“I know, I...
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