Picture of first ferment of season. (Thanks, Wes, Jamie, Shane!) Peppers, unless otherwise stated, I grew them. Red Brains and Red Congos (Jamie and Shane respectively.) Wes sent a few Bahamian goats.
Recipe: couple, three pounds scotch bonnets mine and forgot Vincent/Coheed, couple Carib Reds (thanks!), JA Reds (from Ramon/WalkGood seed), some other JA reds, other seed. Some red and few green cracked jals, red serrano, some yellow fatalii, few Harold St. Barts, one big yellow brainstrain, mine. Saved seeds. Referred in air-sucked out bags, then air dried loose peppers from any condensation overnight on towel. Clean, dry peppers and minced by hand (in Nitrile gloves). Long exhausting process. So got out the small B&D mincer. A blade by any other . . . is still a blade and could no sweeter be.
Yesterday cut up rest of this and let comet to room temp:
1/2 gallon glass wide mouth with grommet/airlock
baked 1 red kuri squash to point of tenderness enough to mince/grate.
yellow raisins--attempted mince
few tomatilos, super sweet--cut up
3 so cups onions Dixondale Candy and 1015's chopped in Vidalia Chop Whiz
garlic minced
ginger minced
3 Tablespoons Himalayan Pink Sea salt + 1.5 teasp. canning salt dissolved in warm, purified water
1/4 cup whey from Greek yogurt with "Live and Active" cultures
Stirred with wooden spoon
Glass beads in sandwich z-lock to weight--mashed air bubbles out with gonzo pestle my grandmother left me--had too much brine, removed; could have done this dry mash the Greg/PIC1 way with couple tablespoons salt and evaporated cane sugar but had no ECS.
Put airlock firmly in lid, tightened lid down HARD. Added cheap vodka to airlock:
In basement on grow shelves (thoroughly cleaned with mix bleach/water after finished with plants)--have towel around with heat mat loosely wrapped to back to get LAB going (not pictured here)--watch it do nothing or explode--temps are running, around jar at 96. Holding there. Will move in few hours, but basement is cool. It was not a great idea (at all) to think I was getting away with glass jars all over . . . anywhere but the woman-cave. Tinfoil to back, heat, and blanket around shelves to block light.
I was prepared to do pics of process. But middle bro got trapped in 3 hour long thunderstorm (people who like to show off parked, wet Harleys?) and hung here last night while wondering, aka
talking incessantly, what I was doing baking that pretty squash and cutting it up. Put some in his mouth to shut him up. Cut-up/prepped everything last night but peppers and could easily have cut up a cup of ginger rather than onion with bro wanting to show me something(s) on his new phone/gadget. Kid was like that as child: could not be still or shut up. I slammed some homemade cream cheese, some bagels, hot pepper jam in front of him and that worked for a while. No; he did not want to help me sort peppers. No; did not want to help me chop/mince stuff.Then, after he left there was the "conniption" as in, "WHAT ARE ALL THESE PEPPERS DOING HERE ON THIS TOWEL?!" I said, "Either drying or staging a coup. Your choice."
Know that killer song by Joe Ely (Flatlanders), "I Thought the Wreck Was Over"? This morning as am cutting peppers and some go to golf
, my other bro comes by before his going to church to ask about Cent AC unit, leaking a little. I said, "Know an HVAC guy? If so, don't go look, hon. Just write down a name." He went and looked.
Says, "You really need HVAC man. Call this guy." Duh? "Tell me whut I say."
Cats got out of basement and were following him out front door . . . trick cats into coming in with hot pepper junk on my gloves? Not. I tried to made bro do it but he's saying, "I'm allergic!" (Since when?) They came in after an hour of
thaaat. New gloves. Whew. Back to mincing peppers.
Then, as was about to stir it all up, peppers, etc. whey, salt water, friend came by. Freaked about vodka. Had to explain that it went in airlock, not gonna drink it
but she insisted on taking it with her . . . that "discussion" ended with me keeping cheap vodka but after a slight tug of war, I didn't have cap on well, and some ended up on floor with one cat lapping away. At least he's asleep: the cat. IMO,
everybody shoulda had a big ole drink and just . . . gone to sleep from about 3pm yesterday until noon today. However with exception of friend, rethought it all: my mother would give anything to have her brothers back. Gratitude!
Didn't want to disappoint with no NARRATIVE smh of
events. Dayum.
But is a pretty mash, I think. It might look/be the same for next 100 years, but let's hope not. Next mashes
will be much more simple. I know I
say that . . . Thanks for looking! Annie.