Summer Rundown 4: Red Ruffled Pimiento

The
kind of
sweet,
thick-fleshed fruit markets sell
is
impossible
to
achieve in a
home garden.
Right?

Wrong.

Thick sweet flesh
that roasts to carmelly
tongues of slippery-rich
pepper.
You're not big,
but boy,
there are a lot of you.

Countours and ripples
curve
your crunchy
corners.
You
dangle on your plant
like presents:
each an offering
to a salad
to a sandwich
to a stew.

Next year,
I'll grow a whole
row of
you.
I'll roast you
and pickle you
and preserve you
to eat
all
winter
long.

I can't wait.