Pepper as a Passover Plague

First I must apologize for a long silence. As usual, Ofer is working for all of us here, posting things while we enjoy the reading and contribute nothing. I have an excuse though. It is, of course, the apartment we bought, the moving and all the tremendous amounts of work around it. More of this in my future posts (hope I'd have the energy).

This post is going to be short. Just wanted to share with you a curious incident with important moral.


A couple of days ago we went to buy a Passover present for my parents. This alone is a traumatic experience, but nothing unusual. We wandered into a fancy kitchen equipment shop ("DOMO") and I saw wooden mortar grinds. I thought one of those might look good in my parents' kitchen, so I picked one to examine. It had some dust at the bottom, so without thinking I blew it off. What I couldn't imagine was that someone in the store already tried the mortar for grinding pepper and what I blew wasn't dust.

Did you ever experience an effect of tear gas? This was my second time :) After 10 minutes of standing there and crying I managed to open my eyes and go to the bathroom to wash up. Alona was laughing like crazy... well, at least she felt bad about it.

Moral of the story - before you blow into something, check it for dangerous substances!
Happy Passover!