I'm putzing around on the computer, procrastinating, killing time, because I'm putting off something I have to do. Let me tell you:
The nice man who keeps the yard mowed found out I'm a hot head, a pepper head--I love hot peppers, can't live without 'em. There are two things that have to be in my house at all times--Hershey bars and peppers. On the table I have ground cayenne, black pepper, mixed pepper blend, and jarred jalapeno peppers. Next to the stove is a variety of peppers too, to season food with.

Well, the kind, nice, yard man has grown a bounty of peppers this year and I'm the major recipient of his largesse. (BTW, he hasn't had to cut the grass for a while, it's dying, we're in a drought and a burn ban statewide.) Anyway, he says he and his wife are going on a cruise so he harvests all his peppers and brings them to me. Gallon bags of sweet banana peppers, green cayenne peppers, and jalapeno peppers.
So I give peppers away to anyone who stops by the house--then a couple of days later, he brings three more gallons, and the morning of the cruise, two more gallons--the last pickings before they leave. There are peppers everywhere. I can't stand to see them go to waste, so today I'm forced to go buy a gallon of vinegar, which might not be enough--and salt--then I'll have to dig out jars and sterilize them and pack those peppers in.

I thought about giving jars of peppers for Christmas presents, but stories of home preservation and botulism scare me--I mean I don't mind if I botulize myself, but I wouldn't want anyone else to suffer from it, you know? Anyway, I've got to go and get started.

Bye y'all, susil