Sizzle, Burn baby, Bang! No, not those kinds of hot, it’s the kind that sets off those most primal of urges, you feel this kind of heat with every fiber of your being and you’ll do anything to satisfy yourself… Of course I’m talking about Chili pepper – friend of indians, pakistanis, thai (most of asia really), feared by most everyone else.

This story revolves around an extra special piece. One with the power to cause great pain, sneaky enough to pass itself off as an onion, and hot enough to make Wasabi seem like Werthers. I remember happily eating my home prepared meal, watching out for the chili’s that always seem to sneak up behind spinach or broccoli waiting for that surprise attack. Usually, they’re easy to pick out and I can make a nice pile of them while cornering the good stuff..

First stage: OMFG what the hell?! I spat it out but the burning won’t go away. Keep in mind that being brown, I already have preprogrammed spice-resistance^tm . Curry? Fine. Schezwan? Bring it on. But this shit was on an entirely new level.

My eyes reddened, my face became hot. Luckily no one was around to witness the potential embarrassment. Crazed running to the kitchen sink and giving what can only be described as me giving a blowjob to the faucet.

Ow tongue. Beware the chili.
Here’s a hot tip for ya though: The hot part of a chili are the seeds, each one is like an incendiary device. Anyways, strip of the seeds and it’s bite will be tamed like a toothless dog.
(cool picture by askliu)