We have had quite the bounty of hot peppers this season.
But we're not ready for those yet. First? Carrots. I do not know how and I do not know why Mistah Schleckah started to make hot sauce, but start he did, and it rocks, and if he says start with carrots, well, then just start with carrots.
Next, garlic.
Lots of garlic.
Red onion? Oh yes.
And olives. My girl Jennie gave me 87 -- I think it was -- containers of olives for my birthday. What a fabulous gift. We recently ended up combining the last of them in one olive bucket of love. And now they're almost gone. Sob.
Now it's time for the hot peppers. Some hot cherries . . .
. . . (do not touch your contacts with those fingers, Mistah) . . .
. . . some, um, long skinny red ones . . .
. . . and some good old fashioned jalapenos.
Olive oil is an essential ingredient in any food prepared in this house . . .
. . . and a little balsamic vinegar never killed anyone . . . .
. . . and now, we are good to go.
A few months ago Jacquie or Beth told me all my posts were about gardening. Now they all seem to be about eating. Which I suppose makes sense: that was spring, this is fall; that was sowing, this is reaping . . . It's all very cyclical and fundamental, really.
Look at that, wouldja?
Wait, look at it in the sunlight. That is a bucket of love, right there.
But. The most important test: It looks good. It smells awesome. But how does it taste?
Well?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm...........
Oh yeah. Dee-licious.
A few months ago Jacquie or Beth told me all my posts were about gardening. Now they all seem to be about eating. Which I suppose makes sense: that was spring, this is fall; that was sowing, this is reaping . . . It's all very cyclical and fundamental, really.
Look at that, wouldja?
Wait, look at it in the sunlight. That is a bucket of love, right there.
But. The most important test: It looks good. It smells awesome. But how does it taste?
Well?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm...........
Oh yeah. Dee-licious.
I love a man who embraces his inner Cuisinart.
Looks yum! What do you eat it with? pita crisps? tortilla chips?
ReplyDeleteThere must be something in the air. On Monday, the Consort made a big batch of hot pepper jelly. We now have enough jars of it to last us more than a year!
Ouch, I can almost feel that heat!
ReplyDeleteOle ole - ole ole/Ole ole - ole ole
Ole ole - ole ole/Ole ole - ole ole
Nice job, Mistah.
Beth
Yum, that does look good. I am absolutely addicted to all things peppery and hot.
ReplyDeleteI am concerned, however, about the Schlekah's layer. I can't quite put my finger on it, is it Mr. Rogers-esque? Is it simply gigantic? Is it that he is sporting a woolen layer along with shorts and sandals (with NO socks)? I'm sure it's his favorite outfit and I'm crushing his soul with this comment, I'm sorry little Mr. Schleckie poops.
Jacquie
LOL Jacquie. It's his housecoat. His worn-out, misshapen, over-tiyed housecoat. He had it on at Bruce's party on Saturday and MB and I made fun of him until he took it off. And sandals with no socks! I know! Bold.
ReplyDeleteAll would be forgiven, though, if you tasted little Mr. Schleckie poops' hot sauce. Rockin'.
Ellie
I love a man who embraces his inner "worn-out, misshapen, over-tiyed housecoat."
ReplyDeleteI think you and Mr Schleckie will need to pop over for a Penn State tailgate and game with his hot sauce. We'll set up a little taste test against my husband's famous "pepper slaw" that's made with our garden peppers.
ReplyDeleteCould be a "win-win" proposition :)
He's so macho, cutting hot peppers with bare hands. Contacts isn't the only thing he shouldn't touch for a while, btw.
ReplyDeleteNow, that is very interesting! I'm the salsa-making queen, but I might have to give that hot sauce a try with what we've got left out in the garden.
ReplyDeleteI'm in favor of all of us who love hot sauces to make our favorites, pass them around, and do a long-distance taste test. Or we could all converge on Bill and Ellie's place with mobile kitchens in tow.
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