Snafus and hotties

OK, so we had company over for lunch after church yesterday. I made our favorite crock-pot chili. There's just one LITTLE problem. I mistook the cayenne pepper for chili powder. There were fumes coming off it by the time I was done. But bless their hearts, 3 out of the five guests ate it. The soul of politeness still lives!
Anyway, I felt better when later, a friend told BD and I she once mistook cumin for cinnamon when she was making cinnamon pancakes, and that her family actually ate cumin-spiked "mexican" pancakes. But then BD chimes in with how I filled the pepper grinder with all-spice corns one time. But he redeemed himself by saying that he discovered some new, interesting combinations, and that now he LIKES all-spice on his eggs. Funny, I've never seen him actually PUT all-spice on them voluntarily. Bless his heart, after 16 years of marriage, he's starting to know what to say in situations like that! I've almost got him trained to say, "You're the HOT one!" whenever the word hot comes up in conversation. He had lots of opportunities to practice when I served that chili yesterday.