So the guacamole thread got me thinking about hot sauces (thanks to someone posting the link to the "religious experience" hot sauces) and I figured we oughta share some of the good, bad and of course, ugly experiences involving hot sauce.
I was at our local outdoor market (Saturday Market in Portland) one weekend with a bunch of friends. We had wandered around to the different booths selling everything from silver jewelry to hemp clothing, and of course, lots of food booths when I spotted a booth with a bowl of tortilla chips in front and a wall of bottles in the back. So I wandered over to it and started chatting with the proprietor. Turns out he was selling a brand of hot sauce known as "Da Bomb". I figured this stuff was just overhyped tabasco sauce, and decided to give it a try. Now, up until now, he'd been dipping a toothpick for people in the different (more mild) bottles. But no, I wanted to try the "real" stuff....
So he pulls up this bottle from under the counter. The label read "Da Bomb" and "Beyond Insanity". Here's the offender if you'd like:
http://www.insanechicken.com/da__bomb_beyond_insanity_.htmlNow, he doesn't dip the toothpick for me. No. He takes the toothpick and scrapes it around the top of the bottle, where some of this stuff has collected, dried, and become more concentrated. But I don't think about this. Nooooo. Of course not. I'm with my friends, this doesn't concern me. I'm displaying dangerous quantities of machismo, for my friends especially the young, attractive, female variety.... (Yes, I was younger, and *MUCH* more foolish then.)
So he hands me this toothpick. I think the only reason this toothpick didn't spontaneously combust was that I placed it on my tongue too quickly.
For about the first 5 seconds, I remember thinking "Hmm. Not too bad... Kinda spicy, but good flavor...."
Then, it begins. The oils start to disperse a little bit. "Hrmmm. getting a little warm.... Still pretty good...."
"Whoa.... This is getting downright hot.... I think I'll nonchalantly grab a chip or two, maybe try to absorb some of the heat with the chips. That's obviously what they're for."
"HOLY HELL!!!! MY ENTIRE FACE IS ON FIRE"... At this point, my friends are beginning to become a little concerned as I start, quite literally, to drip with sweat.... And as I start to try to inhale the bowl of chips he has out there... I'm breathing in through my mouth because the cool air seems to help a little bit. Mind you, I haven't said anything up until this time, and now I *CAN'T* talk because the warm air going across my tongue hurts too bad... I'm quite literally panicking right now, and every last taste bud I have is screaming in agony. I'm trying to find that ice cream vendor that I saw earlier, but he's got a line 20 people deep (victims of the hot sauce I suspect) so I know there's no help there. I'm now literally panting, and desperate to find something.... THERE!!! An ice cream vendor with no customers! I buy the biggest soft serve he'll sell me, and I proceed to try to quench the fires. As long as I have ice cream in my mouth, it doesn't burn so bad. Of course, I'm rather unintelligible with a mouthful of ice cream, and that whole machismo in front of the girls thing? Fuggetaboudit........
NEVER AGAIN!