I have a memory that is kind of funny and touching at the same time.
Every year from the time I was little until after I was married my dad would put out a garden each year. He loved doing this and he was really good at it. Each year he always got a few hot pepper plants and those peppers were the most delicious I ever had.
One year after I was "grown up" I stopped by my parents' house to see them and proceeded to go to my dad's garden to get some hot peppers. Being selfish as I am, I TOOK ALL HIS HOT PEPPERS !!!
Of course, he was upset and yelled at me and of course, I cried.
That Christmas, as we were unwrapping our gifts, I got one that was rather odd shaped. It felt like glass. The tag on it said "To My Little Pepper Girl" Inside was a jar of Vlasic Hot pepper rings that my dad had bought for me as kind of a joke because of what had happened in the Summer. I laughed about it, everyone did but it was touching too. My dad very seldom "winged it" like that with a Christmas present !!
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