My first solid food was a stolen taste of spicy enchiladas. As my parents tell it, theyād just had the first few bites and were commenting on how itād turned out spicier than they prefer when they noticed I had half crawled onto the table from my high chair and was eating them by the handful. From then and throughout childhood, my dad would sing a sort of theme song whenever I entered the room (my first and middle is John Edmund, āHernandezā is just dadās imagination):
āJuan Edmundo Hernandez (ay caramba!)ā
ā¦repeated in singsong, with various elaborations as befits a silly dad.
The love of spicy food continued on, but was readily satisfied by commercial sources until recently. I had settled on El Yucateco XXXtra Hot Kutbil-ik as my everyday sauce, and I really leaned on itā¦ up to a couple bottles per week. At $2 per bottle, itās a cheap luxury!
But then my local source became sporadic and finally dried up entirely. I tried shipping it in, but at my rate of consumption it became too expensive to justify. Not having that flavor in my life every day is not an option, so I started
developing my own daily sauce with grocery store peppers, and, as often with me, became obsessed with peppers as
a broad subject.
Now, gardening was already a part of my lifeā¦ during a long spell of depression, my partner encouraged me to choose something to grow at a garden center. I chose a little cactus, and it kindled a similar obsession and streak of research. That was the better part of decade ago, and since then active gardening has been a key aspect in both of our mental health strategies and our enjoyment of life in general. Happily, the distribution of
Cactaceae and wild
Capsicum overlap remarkably, so all the better to
add my new obsession to the garden!
Now, our garden is converging around a theme of āplants native to South- and Meso- Americaā, which opens up endless further lines of inquiryā¦