When I flipped through the book and saw that this week was vindaloo, I knew I had something spicy in store, both because of memories of having the roof of my mouth seared off in Indian restaurants and because of half-remembered snippets of info from the internet. And when I took the first bite, it was pretty spicy. Not as spicy as the tantanmen incident, which will probably forever be the benchmark by which I judge how likely I am to die while eating something, but pretty spicy. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
schoolpsychnerd told me that she actually burned her hands just touching the spice mixture, and even though I was obviously sad at the injury my wife suffered in the line of duty, I took it as a good sign. I get on with spicy food like a house on fire.
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schoolpsychnerd told me that she actually burned her hands just touching the spice mixture, and even though I was obviously sad at the injury my wife suffered in the line of duty, I took it as a good sign. I get on with spicy food like a house on fire. ( Read more... )
