Saturday, November 22, 2008

The chili harvest

Yes, it is chili time.



Mysweet has spent a couple of hours in the greenhouse harvesting our endorphin stimulants.



He has planted several different varities from last year's seeds, still searching for the ultimate pepper which can generate corrosive fluids in our wet and sunless climate.

We live in a tall house, which means that when I once cooked chilis and Darling d was in her bedroom with friends, I became aware of screaming as they all rushed out into the garden coughing and spluttering from the fumes. We like our chilis hot.

So we were holding our breath for lots of different reasons as Mysweet stirred and muttered over his cauldrons yesterday afternoon and made his chili sauces.
I think he can claim a success, especially the sauce which includes roast garlic and honey, which we had with dinner. As I write, I can count 13 jam jars on the kitchen table, full of dangerous fiery red stuff. That should last us a week or maybe two...
So far he seems to have avoided injuring his own scotch bonnet - last year he had a small problem after touching the vicious brutes.

5 comments:

Zhoen said...

Whatever it takes to stoke the fire in the belly.

Lady P said...

So how did I miss the post you linked to? Hysterical. My eyes are watering... but probably not as much as his. Hahahahahahahahahaha. And I *knew* there was a reason I crave chilli so much. An excellent excuse for some more tabasco and its relations. But you have 13 jars full of fiery delight! I'm in awe and entirely green.

Lucy said...

The photos alone are incredibly cheery. Rest assured, I'll be round to blag a small jar.

I was going to say watch out for your Scotch bonnet wee Jimmy lad!

amy said...

Now that is a noble pursuit. Dangerous and delicious!

meggie said...

EEk! Perhaps I need chilli for my black dog? I got really keen on chilli, but now, I admit to avoiding the really hot ones.
Scotch Bonnet story was hysterical...