My friend David grows peppers. He grows lots and lots of peppers, mostly of the hot n' spicy variety on his back deck. His wife Lisa affectionately calls him “The Pepper Pusher” because when guests visit his jungle-like porch stuffed with plants, he invariably urges them to “try it – just try it!” Those who do not know much about Dave’s peppers are the foolish ones – they actually accept, and taste, a small piece of a red-hot nightshade. Lisa tries her best to urge these innocents against it but usually fails. The screen door from the house to the deck suffers the worst of these episodes. Picture the classic image from an old Warner Brothers’ cartoon: the character who just crashed through the wall has left a perfect silhouette outline of his body. Poor little screen! Dave merely snickers and smiles.
This summer, the ecotarium has proven to be a bit overwhelming even for The Pusher himself. Dave made the heart-wrenching decision to put up a few of his babies for adoption. I am now the proud foster mom of a beautiful chili pepper plant :-) Of what variety, I don’t know but they sure are purty! While I do enjoy the dangerous heat of a chili or habanero, I’m not so sure if I’ll be eating these guys, however. We’ll see…
I thought it might be nice to send Dave a photograph of his children in their new home. The image of the little hotties in their suburban backyard didn’t carry the message I wanted to send to their Dad. So, I placed them in a more exotic environment a la Photoshop. Chili Peppers in Paradise! (Hmm...sounds like a song, sung to the tune of "Cheeseburger in Paradise") Sorry, couldn't help myself.
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