This is my daddy eating a pepper that he grew last year in his garden. I didn’t want to try it because I was afraid they were hot so he ate one first and said “See, they aren’t even a little hot.”
I ate one- it was hot.
If I remember correctly, this was taken the day before Thanksgiving last year in Daddy’s garden. Yep- peppers at the end of November. Alabama, people.
We actually picked all of these because I think there was a frost warning (I’m obviously chilly since I’m wearing a hat and vest) and ended up with a few grocery bags full. These were VERY prolific pepper plants, but I can’t remember what kind they were.
Anyway, I’m rambling here when I’m trying to write a father’s day post to my Dad, who I’m sure is the reason I love to garden. I can remember rolling my eyes and whining about the gardens that he had when I was little, but it looks like something rubbed off! Thanks for the genes and the know-how, Daddy! Love you bunches!