At the risk of making this seem like a foodie blog, I have
to write again about yummy food I had this weekend. Every year I plant
mini-sweet peppers. The first year I watched them grow and said, “They’re so
adorable,” but then never figured out what to do with them and they mostly
rotted on the plant. But the next year I was determined to do something with
them so when my hubby’s best friend and undiscovered chef, Nate, came to visit the two of us created mini-stuffed peppers.
Now each year about this time, I make stuffed mini peps. The
recipe has changed only slightly over the years. I try to pull them out for a
special occasion. Last year I made them for my book club ladies who loved them
(let’s hear it ladies!). This year, with the Tomato Pie stealing the show at
the few occasions we’ve had, I couldn’t find the right time for the mini-peps.
So last night, on an ordinary Sunday night for no particular reason I created
perhaps the yummiest version yet of my mini-peps. Here's what how it went down.