We grew a bumper crop of beautiful chillis this year. New Zealand doesn’t understand Mexican food, and their determination to spell ‘chilli’ that way just proves it. But no matter. We roasted these guys on the grill (or is it grilll?) and they were meaty and charred up just right.
But they had no heat! Whatever combination of sun, rain, and relaxed Kiwi attitude made these the mildest of all Anaheims. Mr Scoville didn’t even stir in his sleep over these.
Maybe next year… or maybe we’ll just give up and have some shipped in on dry ice.
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