I have been jealously hording the last of this year’s crop of heirloom Italian peppers whose seeds my grandfather originally brought from Giulianova, Italy one hundred years ago. They are notoriously long to ripen and I can’t harvest the seeds till the peppers turn red, so I have been babying them along under plastic alongside my house where they get the southern sunshine. But this week’s Thanksgiving snow and 20 degree temperatures did me in, so I finally had to pick the remaining fruit. The peppers are a variety loosely described as Corno di Toro, or Bull’s Horn, for their... Read more →