A Little Bit of the Good Life

I am currently, more for the irony than anything else, roasting the one and only pepper I've managed to coax out of the fertile soil of Forward Zone Alpha this year. Weighing in at precisely 0.1 oz, I'm not ever sure if it's possible to scorch the skin of the pepper properly before the entire thing turns to carbon. After losing one of my two non-cherry tomatoes, the only to ripen so far, to a fucking bird, I'm having a little trouble envisioning ever feeding myself from my own garden.

The Sweet 100s, though, the only plant I have right now that will set fruit in our routinely-over 95-degree weather, are killer.

I thought about photographing the pepper first, but it was hard to get enough of the penny I had set down for size comparison into picture to know what it was.