Sometimes instead of saying “I love you,” Madison will say “Olive You” to me, usually when he’s hungry. My response is always, pepper you! His is a homonym, mine is another vegetable.
Speaking of PEPPERS, boy oh boy am I a lucky girl! Dad and Mom have been growing beautiful vegetables this summer, and I visited just at the right time to take some of their bounty to DC. In my carry-on this morning were eggplants, green bell peppers, habaneros and jalapenos. They don’t mess around with peppers, either, their jalapenos are HOT. I cut one up for a salad earlier in the weekend and tummy growling, popped a couple pieces in my mouth while waiting for dinner to be ready. Ouchie!
I didn’t take any tomatoes back with me because they would have been tomato juice by the time I arrived in Dupont Circle, but they looked delicious as well. To whoever is stealing Dad’s tomatoes just as they ripen on the vine, you better look-out! He is not a happy camper (see comments below).
I can’t wait to eat these suckers – any recipe suggestions for my spicy, spicy peppers?