As you can see below, there are now three strings of chillis hanging up at the Welsh Hovel to dry. The longest of the three was yesterday’s harvest and as each day goes by more chillies turn a fiery red and are ready to pick. I reckon that by mid October I should have as many as three hundred dried chillies in storage jars. And that will last us until next year’s crop is ready.
One of my sisters, seeing the photo, reminds me how much our late father loved hot food. Each Christmas in his latter years I would seek out an ever hotter chilli sauce as one of his presents. They are utterly inedible and are stored here as a momento or for a day when someone with a masochistic passion for the hottest of foods comes to stay. Dad would have enjoyed a jar of our produce to chop across the meals he was prepared.