Some years ago I worked in an Indian restaurant. The boss kept a small stash of ridiculously hot chili for special occasions, like masochism day. This stuff was demonically hot, so hot that a quarter of a teaspoon was enough to put a stock pot of sauce beyond the average palette. Naga jolokia is not a pepper to be toyed with and has measured beyond a million points on the chet scoville scale. I have moderated my diet in recent years but I used to eat stuff that was dangerously hot and you would never catch me doing this...
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For the record, I don't think I'm actually related to the guy who invented the Scoville scale. Which is too bad, because that would be awesome.
By the way, last week.... 51 in two minutes.
jeeziz. that poor woman is probably pooping steam. but then at the end of the clip she rubbed chilis on her eyes. that is insane. she could blind herself or cause serious injury.
funny story, i was teaching a friend to make chili and spent not quite long enough on the issue of handling volatile foods. long story short, he spent quite a while cutting the scotch bonnet peppers, i had warned him repeatedly not to touch his eyes. i neglected to mention other sensitive tissue. he wanders off to the loo for a quick sprinkle, a moment or two pass and then there was a very high pitched noise.
evidently i should have added a caution about touching one's bits with fingers covered in fresh chili oil. learn by doing, i says.
Have we met? Exact same story here. With scotch bonnet peppers even.
Spent the next 15 minutes on my back in the bathtub with my legs splayed under cold running water.
I learned.
I was born with a chili pepper in my mouth :)
Even then, there are things I wouldn't do.
the cure in my story was a tub of plain yogurt that i handed through the door when he cracked it open bagging for help. sometimes there's nothing funnier than a grown man in tears.
I love the peppers but I have to be expecting them. My lovely wife once pulled all of the szhecuan peppers out of her Chinese food and put them in mine. Being new to the City life, I pulled one out and thought it was a long black bean and ate it in one bite.
It was not a bean.
I have carefully inspected every food item my wife has given for 16 years now.
I have almost the same story to tell as PSA and Ti-Guy but it was only fresh jalapenoes not scotch bonnets, which is like saying it was only half cup of buring gasoline down the pants and not a 55-gallon drum of napalm. Longtime Waterloo residents might remember Holland's Hot Lips near the U W campus, I was one of the their first cooks when they opened back in '84 or '85. And we had special sauces for people who complained the wings weren't spicy enough. Oh, yes we did.
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