Ever since I googled "Hillary Clinton boxer shorts" she has been stalking me on the internet. No way am I putting up a link. Quit stalking me damn it! It was a joke! I don't want your stupid face on my boxer shorts!
Watch out, Ann. They're going to start breeding soon. They like your light in there and are setting up shop. Hope you like living in a greenhouse! The air, at least, will be pleasant and fresh.
This is currently happening to my parents. My father has always been an avid gardener, but is becoming obsessive as he grows older and there are no longer any children in the house. Every time I come home to visit, there are more plants. They creep. They encroach. They multiply.
Fortunately, they are constrained by the number of windows and available light, and I expect the process to slow down soon. Unless he decides to start knocking holes in walls or something similarly drastic.
I would roast half of them and chop them, then put in a ziplock (flat), and freeze. When you want roasted hot peppers in midwinter, go to the freezer, open the ziplock, and break off a piece.
Actually I'd roast all of them. Roasted hot peppers are goooood. Put them in scrambled eggs! Puree them and spread them on toasted bread! Put them on pizza!
..."Tho' politer vegitative strains Await invitation And in daylight Given entry Sunny window Blue blanketed Lest the chile Should be chilly Won't you join us for dinner? All is treachery!"...
Boil the peppers in water and vinegar and refrigerate. Except for the poblano. That one is for chile rellenos.
Ninety-seven here today. My peppers are senescent. Water emergency so my lawn is a few green tufts amid dried endo. At least the strawberries are still frisky, and are perennial in this zone.
Correction. They're the man-eating chili varieties cleverly disguised as simple eaten-by-man chilies.
It's been a long time coming, but Nature wouldn't abide eukaryote cannibalism forever. The plants were destined to strike back sooner or later.
Salt water will dissolve them. Keep some handy for the inevitable midnight attack.
However, if you'd prefer to save those lovely hardwood floors from catastrophe, you could try some psychological warfare. Let the carnivorous peppers think you're an ally of the Cause. Bring home some Chick-Fil-A. Comment loudly about how everyone should eat more meat and eschew the nice innocent veggies. Avoid spicy meals, eat savory meats instead. Hiss and boo whenever Michelle Obama appears on television. Whenever a vegan neighbor passes by on his way to the local Fresh Market to buy organic parsnips, heap scorn and derision on his lifestyle.
Eventually the chillies will conclude you and Meade are innocent of floracide. Then you'll noticed them inching they way towards the door to find other victims more worthy of their leafy gnashers -- sometime in April I suspect.
A kindred soul, perhaps, for our patroness ... ?http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/09/14/magazine/the-death-of-adulthood-in-american-culture.html?_r=1&referrer=
"[T]he sneer I can’t quite suppress when I see guys [pushing 50] riding skateboards or wearing shorts..."
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Ever since I googled "Hillary Clinton boxer shorts" she has been stalking me on the internet. No way am I putting up a link. Quit stalking me damn it! It was a joke! I don't want your stupid face on my boxer shorts!
Watch out, Ann. They're going to start breeding soon. They like your light in there and are setting up shop. Hope you like living in a greenhouse! The air, at least, will be pleasant and fresh.
This is currently happening to my parents. My father has always been an avid gardener, but is becoming obsessive as he grows older and there are no longer any children in the house. Every time I come home to visit, there are more plants. They creep. They encroach. They multiply.
Fortunately, they are constrained by the number of windows and available light, and I expect the process to slow down soon. Unless he decides to start knocking holes in walls or something similarly drastic.
Is it my imagination, or have they grown... larger?
Oh, oh. The plants are begining to look like Ann and Meade.
They're alive! Someone quick do something!
Day of the Triffids
The plants are chili plants -- 3 different kinds.
Serrano, poblano, and cayenne.
There are some great looking chilis growing on them.
What would you cook with them?
I would roast half of them and chop them, then put in a ziplock (flat), and freeze. When you want roasted hot peppers in midwinter, go to the freezer, open the ziplock, and break off a piece.
Actually I'd roast all of them. Roasted hot peppers are goooood. Put them in scrambled eggs! Puree them and spread them on toasted bread! Put them on pizza!
Put them in (heh heh) egg salad!
Anything goes better with green chile in it!
The Big Chilli. About what to expect from Boomers. Do you play Carol King music to stimulate growth?
..."Tho' politer vegitative strains
Await invitation
And in daylight
Given entry
Sunny window
Blue blanketed
Lest the chile
Should be chilly
Won't you join us for dinner?
All is treachery!"...
Does the number of plants double every 29 days?
My parents went to Baraboo yesterday to see Bernie Sanders and Tammy Baldwin for some Bob Laffallote event.
Feed me!
Boil the peppers in water and vinegar and refrigerate. Except for the poblano. That one is for chile rellenos.
Ninety-seven here today. My peppers are senescent. Water emergency so my lawn is a few green tufts amid dried endo. At least the strawberries are still frisky, and are perennial in this zone.
just wondering what the resident geniuses around here have to say about
this
Get some Scotch Bonnets to add color and piquancy.
The plants are chili plants -- 3 different kinds.
Correction. They're the man-eating chili varieties cleverly disguised as simple eaten-by-man chilies.
It's been a long time coming, but Nature wouldn't abide eukaryote cannibalism forever. The plants were destined to strike back sooner or later.
Salt water will dissolve them. Keep some handy for the inevitable midnight attack.
However, if you'd prefer to save those lovely hardwood floors from catastrophe, you could try some psychological warfare. Let the carnivorous peppers think you're an ally of the Cause. Bring home some Chick-Fil-A. Comment loudly about how everyone should eat more meat and eschew the nice innocent veggies. Avoid spicy meals, eat savory meats instead. Hiss and boo whenever Michelle Obama appears on television. Whenever a vegan neighbor passes by on his way to the local Fresh Market to buy organic parsnips, heap scorn and derision on his lifestyle.
Eventually the chillies will conclude you and Meade are innocent of floracide. Then you'll noticed them inching they way towards the door to find other victims more worthy of their leafy gnashers -- sometime in April I suspect.
Boil the peppers in water and vinegar and refrigerate.
No, no... boil the peppers in oil, or more precisely, threaten to. Peppers have no spine. They'll talk.
Farmers have to bring in entire corn crops.
A couple chili plants is nothing.
It's....the larch.
Oh. It's only peppers.
Looks like you installed bendable glass soji screens with hinges as interior doors.
Is there a little lock to prevent the "bend" so they work as swinging latch-able doors?
"My parents went to Baraboo yesterday to see Bernie Sanders and Tammy Baldwin for some Bob Laffallote event."
Fighting Bob Fest.
Mary.
A kindred soul, perhaps, for our patroness ... ?http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/09/14/magazine/the-death-of-adulthood-in-american-culture.html?_r=1&referrer=
"[T]he sneer I can’t quite suppress when I see guys [pushing 50] riding skateboards or wearing shorts..."
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