Autumn Shmautumn

Various degrees of self-immolation and a culinary example of “size doesn’t matter” — that little fruit with the nasty stinger on the upper right is the sweetest, spiciest, zestiest chili I’ve ever grown. Called the “Orange Teapot,” this tiny squib packs the taste of a clementine on fire. As far as flavor/fire profile, the Carolina Reaper ain’t got nuthin’ on it.