If there is one thing I can grow, it’s peppers.
I do n’t eff what it is about the raise beds in my urban backyard , but I tell you what — I can grow peppers . It could be that peppers are comparatively easy veggies to spring up and I ’m not the amazing gardener I pretend to be , but maybe just let me have this one illusion .
The fact I can grow capsicum like a foreman is a unspoiled affair because my married man loves black pepper . Like really , really loves them . In fact , one garden bed is consecrate almost exclusively to peppers ; sweet black pepper , peppers that melt your face off , and everything in between . He deplete them on anything , freezes them by the gallon bag all summer , and then piddle savoury pickle peppers with the leftovers to enjoy all winter . And when I say this man eats them on anything , I mean on everything . I ’ve watch out him hack up jalapenos for his scrambled eggs for breakfast and put habaneros on every soup , sandwich and salad . It ’s out or keeping , really .
Although he is generous in every other aspect of his life , the thought of share his pepper gives him the exertion . In fact , last summer I was in the garden , my favourite blue trough on my rosehip , plucking pepper after Madagascar pepper from the bubble over plant . We ’d had a stretching of perfectly warm summer weather , so each of our 10 - ish plants had easily 30 peppers dangle from it .
Just then , my neighbour stray down his driveway after finishing a bike ride . He express mirth at my brim over bowl of Piper nigrum and mentioned casually that his own peppers had n’t been doing as well . I grab two handfuls of pepper from my bowl and happily handed them over the fencing .
“ Take some of ours , ” I read . “ We have good deal ! ” The second I pass the peppers over the fence , I could feel my husband ’s eyeballs on me . As my neighbour give thanks me and headed indoors , my husband bind his head out the back room access .
“ Did you just give away some of my peppers ? ” he hissed obstreperously . As I crossed the yard , drop peppers as I went because the bowl was so full , I rolled my eye .
“ But what if I run out and there are n’t enough to make pickled peppers ? What if the plants all die off this workweek ? What if the neighbor does n’t eat them and let them go to waste ? How many do you think you gave him ? ”
admirer , I ’ve seen my husband cry a total of five times in our 20 + age together : when each of our four children was bear and the day we dropped our oldest off at college four state off . I think I was about to witness his tears again because I gave his pepper forth so carelessly .
Alas , more Piper nigrum did get . So many , in fact , we had yet another freezerful of red-hot Madagascar pepper and yes , even plenty for pickling . But my husband is still keep a faithful eye on this twelvemonth ’s crop . Some things never exchange .
When Jamie is n’t growing flock of the hot pepper in all the country for her hubby while sneaking some to the neighbors , she ’s plausibly working her way through the Sunday crossword and only cheating when it ’s dead necessary .
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