Silly

I made these AMAZING mint-lamb feta burgers for dinner the other day. Seriously, so good. Andy picked up sweet potato fries for us to have as a side because I was a bit rushed, and they paired nicely with a 2005 Chianti.

Anyway, I needed paprika for them. I asked my roommate Neha if she had any, and she thought she did, but she was rushing out the door and only knows the Indian names for her spices. I looked through her spices which were largely unlabeled, but after looking up on wikipedia what paprika is supposed to look like, I decided that I'd found it. But to make sure, for some reason that escapes me now, I decided to take a big ol' spoonful and eat it.

Such a bad idea. I tasted paprika the rest of the day. Moral of the story: don't eat mystery spices. Next time, I'm going to try the sniff test.