Some people *grow* habaneros . . .
. . . other people? Like us? . . .
. . . habaneros take over our lives.
It's all my fault . . .
. . . when I was asked, "Do you want regular or Caribbean habaneros?" I replied . . .
. . . "Oh, I don't know . . . I guess both?"
And then?
Well, the "and then" part is obvious to anybody who knows the likes of us who live in southeastern Connecticut in the summer . . .
If there are veggies . . .
. . . then the the veggies get grilled . . .
. . . and then they get cuisinarted . . .
. . . and then they get hot-sauced.
(Sorry. I ate all the hot sauce before I could take a photo of it. But here's a photo of The Field.)
What's that?? How are things in The Field, you ask?
Why, things in the Field are good . . .
. . . spectacularly good.
4 comments:
Ellie you are a riot! I especially rolled on the floor laughing out loud at your photo for the hot sauce! Xo
Hahaha, me too.
Okay, not really.
But I did appreciate all the gorgeous photos. Southeastern Connecticut in the summer = bountiful.
xoxo,
b
Next time, please send me a jar before you fail to take a photo of it and eat it all up.
Yum and awwww to everything! The field looks lovely, and the peppers are simply to die for! I am also rolling around on the floor laughing.
xo
Jacquie
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