Wednesday, November 23, 2005

My Dad's Peppers

This is how I'm eating in Escondido, while visiting with my parents for Thanksgiving week. My dad is an avid gardener. He avidly grows stuff he can eat. I guess that's who I inherited my tomato urge from.
These are Hungarian peppers on the bush in the patio.
The planter used to be placed directly over the earth just beyond the patio, but there are gophers who like Hungarian peppers just as much as my dad does. Gophers are all about teeth, as you know, and in what must have been a scene straight out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon, one of dad's pepper plants "mysteriously" disappeared from the planter. The beast gnawed right through the plastic planter. Look:
All's well that ends well, though. Most of the plants survived, and some of those that did valiantly sacrificed themselves for this gloriously aromatic bowl of sauteed yum-yum. Makes a pretty good addition to an Italian sub sandwich, which I would photograph, except it's all gone.


Greg said...

Is that a gopher hunting dog you got there?

Sam said...

You have a dad?
Why hasn't he visited my blog?!

cookiecrumb said...

Greg: He'll chase a rubber piggie, but gopher-flavor is a taste he hasn't acquired yet.
Sam: He does read your blog. His sign-on is Dr. Biggles.

Sam said...

ha ha ha

Monkey Gland said...

gophers?...what, like in Caddy Shack?

shuna fish lydon said...

My dogs eat gophers all the time. they like to run up to me smiling with two hind legs and a tail hanging out of their mouths. Sometimes they eat so many they're lazy and full for days after.

Lately I've been gently roasting peppers whole so I can peel them and snack when I want. I'm jealous you have such a big bowl here.

cookiecrumb said...

Hi Shuna: Yes, didn't you do a post on a special pepper a couple of months ago? I'll go back through your archives; it sounded great.