-- From within and without, they meet up and hang out for coffee while I transcribe. --
you thought it was a pepper plant, didntcha? DINCHA?!
Well HAH!
Ohhhh... it is, it iiisssss.
But instead of that saliva-sucking heat that jalapenos usually produce, these will produce a lighter back-burner sort of heat, a mild simmering delightful addition to our burrito-ey summer fare.
Because as less than fond as I am of HOT-hotness, I am a sucker for growing a peppers with a clever name.
I do not like gardening with gloves.
With gloves on I can't feel the plants, I can't feel the dirt, I can't sift out the rocks. Gardening gloves make my hands sweaty and they make me feel slightly claustrophobic in that way that tight turtleneck sweaters make me feel like I can't breathe on the rare occasions I wear them.
Unfortunately, I am now bearing the physical results of no-glove heavy duty gardening.
I did learn one important first aid lesson from this experience that might be worth passing along. You can take my word on this, too: Unless you are in the mood for breath-sucking seeing-stars pain (and you might be because I know sometimes I am) -- When you have a largeish wound in an area with lots of nerve endings that is also a difficult area on which to keep a Band-Aid, do not spray it with that new spray-on bandage sealing stuff they sell at Walgreen's.
Hurts.
Like.
A.
Bitch.
