…I guess I did a good job growing  habaneros this year.   I made a grilled shrimp, heirloom tomato (one of the 3 little tiny Russian oxhearts I got this year), and habanero quesadilla that left me with eyes watering, teeth hurting, forehead perspiring, and lips burning to where I was desperately chugging milk.
That habanero was only 1″ long.  Now I know the terror that awaits me whenever I get too complacent in my spiciness comfort level.

But don’t play coy with me, you gorgeous little demon pepper. >:O  You win this time…