So, early last week I bought some of those habaneros, took them home and then watched them some more. They’ve been sitting on my kitchen table next to the apples, staring at me every time I walk by, saying, “Look at me! Look at me! I am so pretty and delicious- I will fill your every need and desire- don’t fear me! Try me- try meeeee!”

You think I jest but I do not. The habaneros talk to me. (Just like the Thai Peppers that Fred the farmer gave me the other day…I have yet to play with them though.)

This weekend I started thinking about the habaneros. When I use hot peppers, I like them to blend in and become “one” with the dish. Taking a bite of a whole pepper? Not my thing.

Going into this dish I worried about the habanero. How much was too much? If I put too much…we’ll that just wouldn’t be good and if I didn’t put enough…well what was the point?

I was going to put a whole habanero in (after all, it was a decent amount of beans and those habaneros just look so cute and sweet!) but Mr. C advised me not to. To quote him, he said that “If it’s a real habanero it must be respected.”