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.