They seem not to have minded their view onto the neighbours' fire escape. Well, hey, this is the city.
I grew them in my plot in the community garden next to the train tracks. The grumble/shriek/heave to a stop of the freight trains en route from the Prairies. The VIA train shuttling along the Quebec-Windsor corridor. I also grew chillies with the green beans climbing the fence in the back alley.
A deeply fond chilli memory is the sriracha a friend made. Delicious green chilli paste too. Hot hot hot!
After years of trying different simple ways to preserve chillies so they retain maximum heat, I've decided that threading them onto string and hanging them to dry is the best. Next year I will be hanging them in every window.
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