When we were coming up on our nineteenth wedding anniversary some years ago, my husband and I looked up what the traditional gifts were, nineteen being such a strange number. We were surprised to learn some had declared that to be the “chili pepper anniversary” and died laughing to see that some major florists offered arrangements that included mini chili peppers.
On my actual anniversary, the front desk notified me that I had a delivery at reception. My work often involved subpoenas which necessitated hand delivery, so I called to ask if it was one. “Nope.” “What is it?” “I am… not sure.”
Long stem peppers, the most romantic.