 'd
been serving the Chipotle Chicken recipe to people for about a year, and
quickly discovered it separated the chili heads from the chickens. But
one night I served it at my friend Carol's house and got quite a bit of
entertainment value out of it.
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ne of the
guests was a guy who said he had been the Swedish trade ambassador to
Indonesia for a number of years. By the time the chicken was served,
he was pretty well baked on booze. He ate most of his serving, commenting
on its heat, but pointing out that he'd had peppers much hotter than
this when he was in Southeast Asia. "Oh yeah?", said the more experienced
hands at the table, proffering the chipotles from the sauce, "Maybe
you'd like to try one of these."
ids, you
must never, ever, eat a whole pepper at once, especially when you don't
know it that well. Always try a little bitty bit first and work your
way down the pod. Our friend Lars, or Sven, or Borg, or whatever his
name was, was out to impress his date with his macho. We offered that
advice, but noooo!! He chewed the whole thing up and swallowed it.
nd then
the show began. It was like watching a thermometer set down on a stove.
A visible line of red and sweat crept its way up his body from his stomach,
making its way up his face. You could actually see the heat rising.
Blobs of sweat burst from his forehead. For the first time all evening,
he was speechless.
ow, you'd
think that having ignored our good advice the first time, he would take
it the second. "Quick, eat some bread", we said. "Drink some milk. They're
the only things that'll stop the burning." Not THIS trade ambassador!
He decided what he needed was more wine (a crisp Moselle with a hint
of citrus, as I recall), and proceeded to chug a glass. Of course, that
didn't work, so he had another. And another. By the time he finally
cooled off, he was pissed as a rat. Then he decided to take his date
home.
e never
heard from him again. Hope it wasn't because he tried to drive.
