I mentioned a while ago that husband gets squicked by me referring to the inner parts of a pepper as a placenta. So you can imagine his response today when I cut into a pepper whilst we were making dinner and said “ooh, there’s a foetus in here!”
He was especially put off because “it even has a face!”
We ate it. We are terrible, terrible baby-eating people. Poor pepper foetus!
Okay, I think that’s enough silliness for now.