Today I thought I would try an exciting variation of the sesame peanut pasta to which I am so joyfully addicted. If there is a peanut butter shortage in the following months, I am probably the source of it, because I have been having this pasta two days out of three. Today’s variation: a cute little hot pepper form the co-op, in place of cayenne.
The pasta was divinely non-mushy. The proportion of peanut butter to lime juice to soy sauce was perfect. The ginger was mouthwatering. The powdered onion I used because I was too lazy to chop a fresh one was adequate. The little yellow pepper was perfectly hot, unlike the disappointingly insipid peppers I have tried in the last couple months. To make sure, I sampled a little piece. My mouth burned. It burned so much I couldn’t feel my tongue. Teary-eyed, I ate an entire spoonful of peanut butter to counter the spiciness. It abated after a couple more spoonfuls. I decided that I should use half the pepper instead of the entire thing. I proceeded on that theory. The problem was, I couldn’t taste the pasta and I couldn’t feel my tongue. Thinking I had ruined the thing, I started picking the little minced yellow pieces out of the pasta, a painstaking process especially when the world is blurry with spiciness. I ate a little of the de-peppered dish, and as my taste buds regained consciousness, it rapidly went from tasteless to delicious to not-quite-spicy enough. So I added back all the pepper I had fished out and devoured it happily.
The moral of the story: Spicy is good, but sample your peppers with the greatest caution. Perhaps half a hot pepper is too much for one serving, but the body will adapt quickly if your mind is willing.
Extra credit: Can anyone tell me what the bunnies are carrying? It doesn’t look like a carrot or pasta or even a potato.