
Picked a whole basketful of peppers yesterday. Let’s see how long they take to dry in the oven.

The Brain: Eggplant. Green beans. Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?
Pinky: I think so, Brain, but if the plural of mouse is mice, wouldn’t the plural of spouse be spice?

Wherein I wax poetic about cowhorn peppers, the reproduction rates of pandas and pickling.

There are definitely some perks to being just one of the crowd.

And this is the way summer ends. Not with a bang but two little fruit.

Now I’m not saying that I’m sick of eating (and growing and eating and growing and eating and growing) tomatoes. I’m just saying if I were sick of eating tomatoes, I’d still eat this salsa.

Me and the real winners of the evening – Chef Aaron of Vintage 50 and his staff who turned some boring ol’ ketchup into pork belly succulence.

Wherein my usual droll wit is overcome with I won!I won!I won!I won!Yippeee!11!1

Fall means peppers of all types – bells, cowhorns, jalapeños.. oh my!