"There are two hot peppers in there...watch out."
I thought he was kidding! The baked ziti was amazing until I felt the pain and had the sudden (and then intensifying) feeling that I had found that second pepper I assumed was a joke. I have now, at least, gotten my daily fill of calcium as a result of the what seemed like gallons of milk I just downed in an effort to stop the burning. I can't even handle the mild Taco Bell sauce, so biting into a real pepper was Hell on Earth for me for about twenty minutes. How and why do people voluntarily eat those things?