A Chili Timeout

I posted earlier that life without chilies was impossible. For me it was true, but there was a time in Dar es Salaam when I was forced to give them up.

A foot kicked each time I munched the addictive gems, calling out, “Hey, enough of those!” I had to stop for a time because my unborn daughter had the force of a footballer.

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