We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Pepper market in Budapest, the land of paprika, from my riverboat friend. Hungarian food must have been bland before peppers arrived from the New World in the 1500s
Just in case someone might like to know: My Grandmother had a method that she used to make cayenne peppers VERY hot. Fertilize then with hog manure. You do own a hog, don't you?
My two youngest daughters (for reasons unbeknownst to me) have made, bottled, and locally sold hot pepper sauce for a decade or so. This past spring my wife planted about two dozen hot pepper plants in a shady part of her garden that never would produce much. Those things practically became trees and she has harvested and frozen bushels of hot peppers for the daughters to use. It's the best crop of anything she's ever grown, but of no use to us.