A beautiful African Grey lived in the hallway of my grandparents' house. Anyone daft enough to stick a finger in the cage would see the bird swoop from one end of the cage to the other in one swift jump, beak first, making for the wiggling finger tip, drawing flesh and blood right down to the bone. It was best to stay on this bird's good side. One did this by feeding him raw green and red chillies--holding the stem cautiously outside of the bars of course. He would snatch the chilli, eyeing you with the googly look of an addict, examine it: seeds, placenta (or, membrane), skins, and gobble the whole.
I was terrified, always imagining him to be a bit of a scary sadomasochist bird--but, as it turns out, birds aren't sensitive like we are to capsaicin--that chemical found in chilli peppers and ladies' handbags equipped with pepper spray. This means that for the innocent parrot, it was just a tasty, crunchy snack rich with vitamin C, pro-vitamin A, B vitamins, potassium, magnesium, and iron. And as a bonus for the chilli, the bird, munching his nutritious snack, inadvertently became a vehicle for spreading the seeds, which passed through his body whole. Perfectly natural.
As it turns out, I'm the girl who enjoys those endorphins released by the pain experience that is the chilli pepper. As it turns out, I'm the bird with masochistic tendencies.
The salad of pain is a sweet and sour assault on the palate, a pungent punch of raw garlic and shallots, a fierce, feverish crunch of mustardy cabbage, an addictive exploitation of the mouth by all sorts of abusive chillies. But, it wouldn't be the salad of pain if you didn't keep going, trudging on through the sweet agony and secretly enjoying yourself.
What's to enjoy? Capasicin gets to work on the body's temperature regulation, making the body feel hotter than it actually is. We sweat. The blood flow in the skin is heavier than usual. We throb. The body's metabolic rate increases. We pant. And then there's that inexplicably pleasurable burn...Pleasurable in the mouth, yes, but not elsewhere. A cautionary tale: J is for Jimmy, who, in the midst of making an Indonesian beef curry, dashed off to the loo, touched his person with chilli fingers and suffered the consequences on a most...sensitive part of his anatomy. The curry was spectacular--had that intense, dry heat that got the back of your throat. But think of poor Jimmy: wear gloves, oil your fingers or wash your hands after handling chillies, before touching yourself. Unless of course you like the pain. Unless you're kinda freaky...
for the dressing of pain:
3/4 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup fish sauce
2 tbs tamarind paste
2 tbs sesame oil
2 tbs soy sauce
1 tbs rice vinegar
1 lemon
2 tbs hot red chilli powder
2 dry smoked chipotles
2 serranos
1 small bunch coriander
1 small bunch basil
2 cloves garlic
1 shallot
Whisk the sugar, fish sauce, tamarind, sesame oil, soy sauce, vinegar, chilli powder, and juice of 1 lemon together. Soak the dry chillies in boiling water, and chop finely. Chop the serranos, coriander, garlic, and shallots finely too and add to the dressing. Taste the dressing now. Depending on your taste, and the strength of your condiments and chillies, the dressing may need to be tuned out with more acid (vinegar), more salt (soy or plain salt), more sugar (of the brown variety), or more sour (tamarind).
If you are a big wimp, or having a bunch of big wimps come over for dinner, and want to lessen the heat, follow the same recipe, but for all chilli amounts (powder, dried, green), go down from 2 to 1.
for the salad of pain:
1/2 cabbage
1 packet of rice noodles or glass noodles.
1 nice hunk of skirt steak
Season the steak, pat dry, and sear in a hot pan. Finish in the oven, so that the meat is medium-rare. Rest and slice thinly. Put all the slices in the dressing. Slice the cabbage. Cook and chill the noodles. Pile cabbage, noodles, beef, dressing, and garnish with chopped peanuts, coriander, and a wedge of lemon. Enjoy!
NOTE: There are no safe-words when it comes to submitting yourself to the salad of pain--but, as the pain spreads from tongue to lips to throat to nostrils, try bread and yogurt (eating it that is, not saying it) to help to cease the torture.
hey. this was going to be a haiku but i flubbed it. this sounds really delicious; too bad I'm frightened of it! Give me a call.
So, you're the wimp of which I wrote.
Isn't it quite late where you are? I'll call tomorrow.
No, not a wimp. You know how it is. Looking forward to your call.
I decided to take a break from work and started reading this entry in my lab. The line about Jimmy made me laugh so hard that people around me were concerned for my sanity. Hi-larious.
Now I need to recover from an aching jaw.
The salad sounds good too!
glad to hear it Ranjan! It happened 2 years ago when him and I were in school together, but I still think of it when dealing with chillies (poor guy!).
Hope he doesn't mind me sharing it without so much as changing his name...
tsk, editing my eloquence.
sorry! But my mother and father read this you know! And it was quite pervy, not everyone would have known it was a joke...
Oh lah, it was no joke. Can a man not bare his soul (et alia) on a blog anymore?
hahah only now did i read this blog.
you still remembered it. ahahhaha
Oh, er, hi Jimmy... Do you wish I'd changed your name?