mmm nice food
I went out to a friends house earlier for a meeting and then dinner afterwards and had a ball. I think I put on nearly 2 kilos - judging from what the scales said, so pretty good meal I reckon. They had heaps of food, curries, lasagne, stroganof, shepherds pie, steamed vegies, rice, and bread rolls. It was totally sinful, and after that, there was the chocolate cake. *sigh* I think I also had 2 glasses of wine as well, one being a shiraz blend which went nicely with the spicey food, and the second being a white shiraz which was good after the meal, with desert - it was a little more spicier and sweeter. Really though, the white shiraz was closer to the pink champagne style of colour.
G decided to get me to try this curry that he had brought back from a restaurant that M and I love going to, (called the Red Turban, it’s in Cannington/Kenwick near the corner of William St and Albany highway) and it was Rogan Josh (the curry). G had told them to go silly and make it as hot as they could, and I think they exceeded his expectations. So he had saved some. He gave me some peri peri sauce the other week, and I had commented how nice it was on some of the food I had been cooking recently. He thought perhaps I should try this leftover he brought back from the restaurant.
“sure no problems” I said, ~thinking - meh how hot can it be?~
G heats it up and mixed it with some rice, not sure why he did that, perhaps he thought it would save me from burning my mouth. 2 minutes later, I have this curry on a small plate in front of me, and I grab the fork.
“dig in” says G with a smile.
So I take a deep breath and grasping the fork, dig in and grab a nice bit of meat with not much rice and put it in my mouth, taking my time chewing and swallowing it.
*blink*
“mmmmmmm this is really nice!” I comment glibly with a smile ~oh dear god, my mouth is on fire~ I worked really hard keeping a straight face, smacking my lips enthusiastically and nodding emphatically. “Gee, they really made a great curry there G”
Meanwhile G is staring at me intently, and looking a little disappointed as I fail to show the appropriate signs of distress.
~I need water STAT!~ my mouth is so hot, I can feel the prickles of heat scoring it’s way along my tongue and insides of my cheeks towards my lips. I look at the plate and grin broadly.
“I think I’ll have another bite! That tastes just divine” I dig in and grab another mouthful of curry death and chew enthusiastically. I realise that I don’t have water, or milk, but I do understand that if I ask for a drink at this point, I am going to lose this test as G stares at me intently waiting for the sweat to break out, or me to start choking. It’s at this point I now realise that I can’t feel my tongue, or my lips, or the insides of my cheeks.
After a few more minutes of dying on the inside, I keep smiling, as G now gets another of his friends to try the curry, and gets the suitable choking noises and the scream of “Get me a beer!!!” echoes across the kitchen. I stagger to the dining room and flop on a chair, my mouth having lost all of its tastebuds is whimpering - but I did not fail. Please also note; I will never ask for a Rogan Josh at the Red Turban and tell the cook to go silly on it.