I find myself at a crossroads. No, nothing like Robert Johnson meeting the Devil at the Crossroads to sell his soul for a career as a Blue’s phenom.
Mine, while important to me, is nothing as drastic as the succumbing of Robert Johnson. My crossroads starts with a season. One that begins after Summer and ushers in Winter. Of course, I’m speaking of Fall. When asked to reveal their favorite season, many Americans, including me, claim Fall as number one.
And, why not? The overbearing heat and humidity of Summer subsides, and the colors God paints the various leaves is unequaled.
So, why do I feel I am at a crossroads, being I find myself in the middle of my favorite time of year, you ask?
To be perfectly honest, it has to do with, and nothing else, but hot peppers.
Then, you ask, why my conundrum over two things that share nothing in common except the vast difference between the two?
Well, I’ll tell you. Autumn is the most comfortable and beautiful time of year, however; once Fall enters the picture, my hot pepper harvest is soon coming to an end. And, if you know me, I eat several cayenne peppers each day with various meals. I also enjoy a couple tablespoons of hot sauce as an appetizer for breakfast and dinner.
Oh well, I’ll just have to substitute store-bought Jalapeno and Serrano peppers until next year’s crop of capsaicin-laden fruit are ready to pick.
As usual, have a great week but, this time, add a little heat in the form of an edible, botanical firecracker and may God bless you richly.