Spicing up the household

Every year for the last few years hubby Tom has planted something.  One year he planted tomatoes. One year it was roses.  One year he tried peppers and the result was outstanding.  Didn't matter what type of pepper he planted the thing just grew and produced peppers.

Not only that but the plant thrived in the are in front of our house in an area one wouldn't think anything would grow.  So the next year he planted three pepper plants.  We had so many peppers of various spiciness that I thought I would have to open a Mexican restaurant or sell salsa from my front yard.  This year he decided one pepper plant was enough and he also planted three different spices.  The spices died in the heat, but the peppers?  The peppers are going strong.

At first the plant produced one pepper.  Tom ate it.  Then it produced another pepper.  He ate that one.  Then the plant gave out two peppers and Tom passed those around.  He claims some of the peppers are hot.  Some of the peppers are not.  So he loves to hand someone a pepper and tell them to try it.  My poor sister-in-law Susan, not wanting to believe Tom could be so cruel and wanting to show her support for his farmerhood, tried a pepper.  It was so hot her mouth burned for an hour afterward.  (Or so she said that was the reason for downing the beers)

Now the pepper plant has gone wild.  We have had rain and heat and the pepper plant is producing at a rate faster than we have people to eat them.  Tom brought these in the other day and for the past three days they have sat on my counter.  What in the world am I to do with all of these itty bitty peppers that might or might not be hot?