So remember all those peppers I picked? Well, they were cooked down and run through the food processor, then set on the counter to ferment. They now like this, a loverly spicy baby puke color:
Everything has started bubbling, and the house smells like hot sauce. It tastes like sweeter sriracha with more of a kick--pretty darn good. And just the thing for a day like today, since coming home from work this afternoon it was colder than when I left at 7:30 this morning, and the Mesa has seemed to have turned white...
Anyway, I think I'm going to let it ferment a couple more days, then cook it again to kill off the bugs before canning it. And we still need to do something with all the jalapenos.
2 comments:
baby puke...
you have the most unusual culinary descriptions. I suggest an actual marketing department when you decide to actually go to market. ;-)
poorly written levity aside, I like hot peppers, but they tend to make me sweat, which is not a good thing in actual cold weather. Fortunately, we don't have much of that down here.
I calls 'em likes I sees 'em.
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