Posts Tagged ‘spicy’

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Coming soon will be some graphics – “Tools That Must Not be Suffered to Live”.

I’m under the weather but rebounding.  Cruel Wife had some kind of GI virus that she gave to me because she’s… well… cruel.

I won’t go into details other than to say that it is passing.

I’m going to move up to spicy foods here shortly – 10pc chicken nuggets, fries, and a Sprite.

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I have made tea eggs tonight.  They need to steep for a few hours more, yet.  Then I can take a picture.

Take an egg.  Put it in cold water.  Boil.  Let boil three minutes then cool under running water.  Crack that sucker all over with the back of a spoon.  Put it back in the water.

Now add:

3/4 c Soy

2 star anise

1 cinnamon stick

2 teabags of black tea

2 tsp sugar

2 tsp szechuan peppercorns

Simmer cracked eggs for 40 minutes, remove from heat, and cool.  Then steep them for 5 hours or overnight before peeling and you should get something like these here.  I had no orange peel, more’s the pity.


Show me this and I’ll show you a guy who doesn’t get out nearly enough and seriously needs a date.  This sort of behavior should be reserved for married men whose lives are over or men who have sown plenty enough wild oats.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding?  I’m just envious.  I could do without the stupid trance music so many you-tubers tend to lay in their soundtracks but oh well.

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Lion-Meat Tacos.

I am going to catch hell but ME WANTS ONE!

Boca, gaining a rep for exotic tacos, plans lion-meat offering

Taco types… Crunchy Growler, Soft Growler, choice of three salsas:  Purry, Snarly, and Takedown.

(I just made those up.)

How about…

  • Stork-n-Beans
  • Foxtail Soup
  • Seal Sliders

Add your own in the comments!

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I read an article about an indian curry (which turns out is not really all that “indian”) at this restaraunt in New York.  Sounds like Phall is worth trying, if I ever get to NY.  The idea of a dish with a “smoky ashtray taste” sounds intriguing.

It reminds me of a visit to a local Thai place (Thai Bistro, Canton, MI) years ago when I was a lightweight in spicy food but thought I was Mr. Tough Guy.  I ordered this Orange Roughy dish which sounded pretty good.  The waiter asked me how hot I wanted it.  I said “Four stars, please.”   He pauses and stares at me, unsure of how to respond.  Finally he says simply “Uh, our chef is from Thailand…”

I look at him with my best patented You’re An Idiot™ stare and said “And I’m from Oregon, give me four stars please.”

It might have been that I pissed the chef off, I don’t know.  I do know that I took my first bite and said “Cruel Wife, I can’t eat this” and dropped my fork.   Cruel Wife’s eyes got wide when she noticed the smoking napkin as I wiped my lips.  It looked like an Alien™ got shot and spewed acid-blood all over our dining area by the end of the meal, with smoking black spatters all over the tabletop.

I finished the whole damn dish and wept in a very manly fashion as I went over the threshold to the car.  We raced over to the Meijer store across the street where I gobbled a half bottle of Tums and then went home to lie in agony on the bed for three hours.

The next day was bad.  Very.  Very.  Bad.  The lining of my intestines sloughed off.  My gallbladder dissolved into giblet-sized chunks.  My liver volunteered for donation and my lungs went on strike.  Then-governor Engler declared my alimentary canal a disaster area.  Relief was not forthcoming.  Had I eaten ice-cream for dessert I might’ve had that to look forward to, but I hadn’t so there wasn’t even a prayer.

Now, looking back I say “Oh was I ever so young?” and chuckle.


So… where have you eaten culinary napalm, what was the dish, and have you got a good story?


The Ultimate Web-Surfer’s Chair – the Daybed.

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