I was meticulously washing what I had been told at the fresh market were mild peppers. I was planning to bake them in balsamic vinegar and have them for dinner. Not a particularly interesting evening, at least not at the start.

Little did I know that things were going to heat up. I thought nothing of washing the peppers  with my bare hands. After about 15 peppers I began to feel very uncomfortable. Suddenly I began craving my comfort foods.

Trying to ignore my food addiction cravings, the discomfort continued. As I prepared the rest of my meal and put the peppers in the oven, I suddenly recognized the source of my discomfort. My hands were burning.

My cravings soon took a second seat to the pain and then they disappeared completely. After an hour of running cool water over my hands I was forced to call 911.

Determined not to go to the emergency room, I opted for assistance from Poison Control and convinced the 911 operator not to send an ambulance. All this for a few peppers that were definitely not mild.

Four hours later, after following the Poison Control protocol for treating chemical burns and taking what I’m sure was too much Tylenol, I fell asleep with an ice cube in each hand.

I’ve often thought about the power of foods but not in this sense. Usually it’s their connection with some emotional dilemma that relates to a food addiction. Yet here I was at the painful mercy of two dozen chili peppers.

Looking on the bright side, most of the feeling has returned to my hands although my fingertips still have a ways to go. It was actually a frightening experience.

One thing is for sure. Chili peppers will NEVER belong in my addictive food groups.