Every season you get winners and losers. And sometimes you get champions. By that, I mean your freezer is full of them. You eat them in every meal. Your friends are sick of you trying to offload the excess glut onto them. Even the chickens won't touch them any more.
If you've ever grown food at home, you know what I'm talking about. Its happened to you. You say, plant a single cucumber and everything around it dies, leaving the plant to grow to humongous proportions and produce enough fruit to feed a small nation.
Just for the record - I don't grow cucumber any more.
I've learned my lesson.
This year however, we have enough jalapenos for a record attempt on the world's largest burrito. I planted four seedlings in my herb garden about three months ago which have received only occasional love from the watering can, and later on, a decent amount of scaffolding to prevent the plant from falling over under the weight of the fruit.
It's a stark contrast to last summer when a mystery animal tasted the fruit, but had sufficiently little gray matter to forget about the burn before it went for the next one. And the next one. Ooooo and just one more. This seems to implicate a possum, but whoever the culprit, I can't imagine what it must have been like for it the following morning. A permaculturist might say you should always expect to share some with the wildlife - but sometimes that's just cruel.
Thankfully the wife discovered in previous years that chillis preserve quite well when frozen, and will keep a good twelve months or so. But now the freezer is filling fast, I'm starting to think about other things we can do with them. Anyone got a good pickled chilli recipe?