The air is burning!

peppersWith great excitement and a thick pair of surgical gloves, I harvested my first batch of Trinidad Scorpions and Ghost Peppers. I ever so gently washed and dried them, then arranged them in the dehydrator with the more mundane cayenne peppers. I quickly researched the drying process on the internet, and concluded that our kitchen was large enough that dehydrating the peppers inside wasn’t going to be an issue. The article advised opening a window and turning on a fan, but it was cold out and I’m lazy like that. Besides, billowing clouds of distilled pepper evilness only happen in other people’s kitchens, not mine. And I was right, for about five minutes. Then I couldn’t get the windows open fast enough, and Gene resorted to lugging the entire dehydrator outside while holding his breath. But the important thing was it worked, and after a few hours passed we could use that part of the house again.

Watery eyes and hacking coughs aside, though, I’m getting pretty irked about the wholeIMG_3823 hottest pepper on the planet thing. I came across disturbing news online, news involving the Carolina Reaper. It’s potentially hotter than the Trinidad Scorpion, pending test results. Which means I might not have grown the hottest pepper on the planet, and have fallen short of my goal yet again. But there’s always next year!

bunniesIn other news, all the critters seem to be adjusting well to the changing weather. Mack and Skeeter have their favorite rainy day hiding spots carved out, and come bounding out of the woods whenever they see me to beg for a Wheat Thin. They aren’t quite big enough to scare the chickens yet, so most of the time they lose their treat to a questing beak or two. I have to herd them into the Ranch and give them a cracker pile to console their hurt feelings and let them snack in peace. Unfortunately I haven’t seen Harvey in far too long, so I’m starting to fear the worst. He’s getting up there in age, and we’ve been having coyote problems. I haven’t given up hope though, there will always be a special place in my heart for that crazy bunny.

It’s almost time to open the garden up to the chickens, and the bunnies should love thatfall webs 2 as well. I’ve harvested just about everything there is to pick, and it’s starting to become overrun by spiders. I try to let them do their thing, but some of them spin their webs right across the entrance path and I have no choice. The other day, I was in a particularly live and let live mood, so I bent and twisted and scrambled around several webs, each with a plump inhabitant smack in the middle of it. When I got through the tunnel, I turned around to look behind me, and I just about fell over. It was one of those “I can’t believe I just walked through that” moments, all gloriously¬†highlighted by the sun. There were so many of them I called Gene on my cell phone and asked him to bring me a stick to clear a path back. Shudder.

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