Nowadays

  
I rarely get presents outside birthdays or Christmases. But a couple of days ago it happened.
  
When I went to pick the package up at the post office, the whole room smelled like Texan style dried, smoked hot peppers.
   
And sure enough. That is what it was.

Loads of it too.
   
Now my fridge smells, my kitchen smells, and my food tastes.
   
I am in heaven.