At the corner grocery store I saw nice package of red peppers : 10pieces for $.99. Yay, a bargain! Being a cautious shopper I asked the guy who was stocking the shelf: are they hot? How hot? “So-so, – he said – edible. Not too hot”. I should have paid attention to him being a Mexican!
My idea was to use them for a nice pepper steak. So I tried to bite one (raw) and didn’t find it particularly sharp*, so I made preparation of all 10 of them, plus 2 sweet Italian ones, a teaspoon of Georgian Adjika and a head of garlic.
Once cooked the thing positively kills. Everything I touched afterwards was spoiled: tiny bit of it got under my nails, into blades of knives, onto cutting board, even to dish cloth – and from those everywhere. Let me tell you, the sensation of evenly distributed blazing hell-flames surrounding ones’ nostrils when after washing my hands 4 times I attempted to blow my nose is unforgettable.
Now I know exactly what Astrid Lindgren meant in that scene @Karlsson-On-The-Roof where he tries meat sauce made by a housekeeper and declares it worthy of savage tribe of fire-eaters.
Any of those here? Come over! My, do I have a present for you!
* My only excuse is that I was probably already sick and lost all sensation in swollen tissues of my mouth and nose.