MY INFATUATION WITH PEPPERS began a few years back when I helped out at a retail greenhouse and brought home way too many pepper seedlings. Over the course of that summer in my little vegetable garden, I tended tiny, hot Biquinhos; spicy Lemon Drops; sweet lavender Islanders; plump Aces; trumpet-shaped Carmens; long, glossy Jimmy Nardellos; and a bunch more. As they grew, I marveled at their varied sizes, shapes, and hues. Once they were ripe, I hauled them to the kitchen and got down to tasting. From incendiary to sweet, from thin-walled to fleshy, from leathery to crunchy, their flavors and textures were as varied as their appearances, and I devoured them every which way: raw, grilled, roasted, sautéed, pickled. Yes, I went overboard that summer, and I now make room…
