
Shiny, smooth peppers, whether they are jalapeños or bells, have never loved living in one of my many gardens. One or two will grow just enough for me to post a photo of (#lookatmegrowthings), and their bitter, papery flesh would make its way into a cheesy omelet or pot of red sauce. I would watch the newborn plants with hope then despair as the leaves slowly turned yellow to brown, then crinkle to the grown and turn to dust. The peppers that did survive their inevitable apocalypse hung by a thread of their flaccid flesh desperate to make their way to the dinner table. This was all the case until this year, the year of the peppers.
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