I don't understand what's not to understand. I spit out the pepperocini stems too. In fact, almost *died* once, I grasped the stem, put the pepper in my mouth halfway, bit it clean through and in the act of swallowing the damn pepper, I got a spoonful of the vinegar/pickling/brine/poison down the wrong pipe. I could hear it sizzling in the bottoms of my lungs as my diaphram strained to turn my lungs into external organs. I felt like I'd just beer-bonged a drum of
Judge Doom's Dip. I thought I was gonna die, and I was afraid I wouldn't. Gawd.
Inedible. Understatement of the week. Sheesh.