When John and I were first married --almost fifty-three years ago -- and living in a tiny trailer at Camp Geiger Trailer Park (officially designated 'sub-standard housing by the Marine Corps,) John commented one evening that I seemed to fix dinner by starting with a pan of diced onions and peppers and garlic and then deciding what to add.
There was, and still is, some truth in that. So when I was faced with a bunch of peppers that needed to be picked in advance of falling temperatures, I diced up all the bell peppers and a few of the jalapenos (they're very hot) to saute with onions and garlic and package for freezing. ( The poblanos -- the dark green beauties on the left -- John smoked and then I bagged them up for the freezer.)