Winter is practically upon us! Time to break out the parkas!
That is, February.
The only thing to survive my obvious lack of gardening skill was the tiny jalapeno pepper plant.
Even though it's still only a small, pathetic little thing, I did just harvest 52 peppers from that tiny plant.
That's right. 52!!
I know! 52!!!
What the heck am I going to do with 52 jalapenos?

"If Paula Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, how many peppers did Paula Piper pick?"
52.
52!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After all of my hard work, we now have 6 jars full of delicious yet oh, so hot, pickled jalapenos in the fridge.
(Why in the fridge if I sterilized and jarred them? Oh, I'm a freak about botulism. In my other life I was headed into medicine where I wanted to study infectious diseases. In my years of study, I've come to respect the tiny bacteria that causes botulism. With it's nice endospore and endotoxin, I'm not one to play around with it. So what if I didn't process them correctly? I ain't dying over some darn pickled peppers, I can tell you that for sure.)
Moving on......
We have already eaten two jars and I'm relieved to say we are both alive and well.
They are super tasty on homemade nachos, in a breakfast egg and cheese sandwich, and popped into a morning omelet.
And all from my garden!