|Bulgarian Carrot Peppers|
Even the Universe tried to intervene. I started my seeds this year and, after three tries, only had one surviving Bulgarian seedling. Did I heed the Universe? No, no I did not. I ran out of room in the pepper bed and planted the lone Bulgarian seedling near my cucumbers. Where it was, more or less, overcome by the lemon balm, did not flourish, and I totally forgot about it. Why? (Chorus: Fruit Fly Brain!!!) As I was yoinking out the frost-zapped plants on Sunday, I uncovered two Bulgarian peppers. I was so thrilled! Today, I minced up a pepper and sprinkled it over my salad, quite smug with my localvore self.
I am still not able to speak without choking. I feel as if the roof of my mouth has been in a house fire. My nose is running like a spring brook. All I can say is, CARROT? Really? To me, carrot connotes sweetness; rootiness. Not freaking five alarm heat! I suggest the following change to the name of the pepper - Bulgarian Napalm Pepper. Can I get an amen?