My mom told a story on my dad yesterday and I had to laugh. I’ve mentioned he is my biggest Pepper Fan! EVER! He goes through a jar per week. Eats them on everything from breakfast to dinner. I dare not let his supply run out!
He just turned 92 the other day and does not communicate much anymore other than to answer questions.
Mom had set his dinner plate on the table and turned around and then heard a tapping sound. She looked over her shoulder, and dad with raised eyebrows was tapping on his plate with his fork. She had not set out his dish of peppers. Once his bowl of allotted peppers were in front him he speared a ring on his fork along with a bite of chicken and a smile of his face.
