Sometimes you can't think of anything to say on a blog, but then something cool turns up.
An ordinary pepper my father was cutting up Israeli salad turned out to be a mommy pepper, shielding two little baby peppers in her womb. Clearly, these little peppers take after the daddy pepper.
Which makes me wonder: do I feel at all bad for eating a pregnant pepper? And is the phrase "pregnant pepper" really as funny as it sounds?
Answers: no. And yes.
By the way, in case you were wondering, these were fraternal twin peppers. They were sprouting from two different seeds.
PS. Pregnant pepper. Hee hee.