I’ve been staring at this bowl of peppers for months now. I mean it. Months. And like some ridiculous Willy Wonka invention, they won’t go away.
I’ve blogged about my husband’s obsession with his garden. However, unlike most obsessed people, his garden is less about specific anticipated needs and concise planting styles and a whole lot more about filling up every square inch of that soil with every kind of plant he could find. Regardless of their purpose or relativity.
Enter chili peppers and spaghetti squash.
Each in its own capacity serves a very lovely purpose. Admittedly, at first, I was extremely excited about Jeremy growing peppers. I’ve always loved hot and spicy food and in the past have rarely had fresh peppers around to add to my meals. I was chopping those things up on the daily and definitely channeling my inner Rachael Ray. There is something so “cooking channel” about scraping out the inner ribs of a jalapeno, finely mincing it and adding it to already sauteeing garlic and onion. Folks, I even broke out my herb-themed apron to don while cooking. It was getting serious.
The spaghetti squash followed the same pattern. Jer would bring it in, I would marvel at its natural beauty, I’d don my apron and we’d eat it. And eat it. And eat it.
Here’s the problem: I’ve grown extremely tired of capsaicin-induced tongue burns and faux spaghetti noodles. But the peppers and squash will not go away. Every single time I think I’ve finally conquered the bounty Jeremy enters through the back door with more. I don’t understand how it’s even happening. It’s like some fertile curse.
Jeremy swears he will scale back on the harvest for next season and will also work on his genetically predisposed need to plant over-abundantly. He promises he will feel okay with leaving some soil space free and by doing so he understands he is not compromising his manliness. More peppers does not equal more machismo.
For now, I trudge ahead in my quest to work through the bounty. We’ll be having baked spaghetti squash with hot and spicy marinara for dinner. Big surprise.