Eat It, Peter Pan

Yesterday I made stuffed red peppers with couscous, zucchini, mushrooms, chickpeas, halved cherry tomatoes, and diced onions in them, and they actually resembled stuffed peppers. I thought they were really good, AND either a) everyone else thought they were okay or b) everybody lied to me to not hurt my feelings because it would have been like kicking a puppy to tell me they sucked, and either one of those things is fine by me because the important thing is that nobody threw up or died and that means they were passable. (Bonus: I now own fennel seeds. That's twenty grown-up points to me.)