Wholly ghost
Sep. 20th, 2014 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo m'friend John grew ghost peppers (that's Bhut Jolokia to you), and he was kind enough to gift me a couple of the fruits.
Ahem.
I am being ... well. Quite surprisingly careful, in the circumstances. But m'wife is out for the day; so m'lunch for today consisted of the last of the meat I could pick off the sheep's head, mixed with some leftover rice and fried up with a chopped shallot and just a half-inch tip of one ghost pepper. Which I chopped very finely, and washed my hands after in ferociously hot water with lots of soap and more than once (for I am a man who rubs my eyes sometimes, and, y'know). And I even remembered to scrub the chopping-block after. Scrupulous, I tell you.
I am also charmed to tell you that my head did not explode and no sheep will be eating my brains today. I think half an inch (with no seeds and no membrane worth speaking of) was about right: it was deliciously hot, but not stupid. Indeed, I have eaten hotter dishes; the four-scotch-bonnet chilli of blessed memory was certainly hotter than this. But that needed four scotch bonnets, seeds and all, and lots of time to achieve its wonder. This was quite delightfully quick.
And yes, of course I'm planning an escalation for next time. Testing to destruction: it's a well-established principle.
Also, I'm hoping to save some of the seeds and see if they'll grow next year.
Ahem.
I am being ... well. Quite surprisingly careful, in the circumstances. But m'wife is out for the day; so m'lunch for today consisted of the last of the meat I could pick off the sheep's head, mixed with some leftover rice and fried up with a chopped shallot and just a half-inch tip of one ghost pepper. Which I chopped very finely, and washed my hands after in ferociously hot water with lots of soap and more than once (for I am a man who rubs my eyes sometimes, and, y'know). And I even remembered to scrub the chopping-block after. Scrupulous, I tell you.
I am also charmed to tell you that my head did not explode and no sheep will be eating my brains today. I think half an inch (with no seeds and no membrane worth speaking of) was about right: it was deliciously hot, but not stupid. Indeed, I have eaten hotter dishes; the four-scotch-bonnet chilli of blessed memory was certainly hotter than this. But that needed four scotch bonnets, seeds and all, and lots of time to achieve its wonder. This was quite delightfully quick.
And yes, of course I'm planning an escalation for next time. Testing to destruction: it's a well-established principle.
Also, I'm hoping to save some of the seeds and see if they'll grow next year.