In August 1997, and Jeff and I were at the Raleigh Farmers' Market in North Carolina. A farmer was selling a wide variety of chilies, including habaneros. I was instantly drawn to their shiny, reddish-orange skin and almost heart-like shape.
"What do habaneros taste like? I asked.
"They got kick in 'em," he said, as he chewed on a toothpick.
"Can they be eaten raw, or should I cook them?" I asked.
"You can eat 'em any way you like," he said, now twirling the toothpick between his thumb and forefinger.
"How 'bout the seeds? Should I take them out first?" I asked.
"If you want to," he said.
Realizing I was just going to have to find out for myself, I quickly selected four or five brilliant habaneros, paid for them, and proudly announced to Jeff that I would make burritos with habanero salsa for dinner.