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[burntcopper]

I have a problem. I like chillies. The only problem is that when cooking, I always overdose slightly. In other words, 'ooo, hot!' rather than 'slight buzz'. And it doesn't help that my parents got given a chilli plant, which produces rather nice fresh peppers. (though dad discovered that the poison gas you get when heating chillis is multiplied

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[dcsunset44]

I'm not laughing, really

I've done something similar, and then spent the rest of the day drinking milk and trying to drag cold air over my tongue :D

Not to mention the number of times I've chopped chilli and then rubbed my eyes, owwwww indeed

[gmh]

Chilli: very, very good: although overuse can do strange things to your surviving tastebuds; I had to cut down a little earlier this year after realising that I was shoving nearly half a teaspoon of Tabasco Habanero into a carton of chilli bean soup to 'give it a bit of pep'.

(Still, living within striking distance of Drummond Street and Brick Lane means regular chilli fixes.)

Garlic: manna from heaven. In 2000, I managed to spend about $70 on a four-course meal at The Stinking Rose (if you're in SF, go there) - though that did include a t-shirt, recipe book and mug as well as the meal.

(Their garlic ice cream is gorgeous.)

Something my mother made a while back; roast garlic soup with slightly more garlic than was entirely wise; it was absolutely wonderful, but I was sweating garlic for the next three days straight.