It's Monday morning and we are parked in the Wall Drug parking lot, just outside the Badlands in South Dakota. The dogs and I just howled like coyotes in our excitement of the cold weather and the celebration of the end of another long weekend of fun, but tiring, shows. Scott is doing an inventory of our refrigerator, pulling the nearly too-far-gone tomatoes and the wilting cabbage out, "The radish green and radishes on the bottom right should probably go," I say. "Ooooh,"
We were all crying and gulping down our Watermelon Mint Sloshes as fast as we could. When we caught our breath, we kept taking more bites. It hurt so good. Ryan had a couple of requests, and jalapeno poppers weren't one of them. Ryan doesn't even really like spicy food. But with pepper season in full swing at the local farmers market, we had those little jalapenos wedged everywhere from behind the mustard to between ciders, and they were falling out each time we opened ou