We were behind the mountain today. Deer and birds poked their heads into the sunshine. It started melting. A coyote hunted along the road instead of in the deep snow.
Last night I started fermented hot peppers for a sauce.
It is the wrong time of year. The peppers came from Spain, Mexico and the United States.
Tossed in some carrots, garlic and mangoes for sweetness. I wager there isn’t enough heat to make a decent hot sauce. We should find out in about six weeks.
It’s the best we can do in the middle of February.