Those who know me know I don’t do hot food.
It’s a simple enough reason – or so I thought.
I have a rather esoteric allergy. I’ve explained it all before and won’t bore you with doing so again
Suffice it to say that I don’t eat spicy food because the tingling in my mouth is identical to the beginning of an allergic reaction.
Or so I thought.
I have been buying and eating these long, skinny green peppers for years… Stuffing them with various stuff (Here with goat cheese and Prosciutto).
They’ve had just slightly more intense flavor than a regular old bell pepper.
The other day, at the market, there were both red and green peppers.
I bought one of each, planning on slicing them in rounds for a salad.
As I was cutting the red one, mon mari looked at it, and asked if I was sure it wasn’t hot – it was red, after all….
I handed him a slice, he ate it…. Not hot.
I continued on.
I popped a slice of the green pepper in my mouth.
Have you ever given a begging dog something they don’t like? Tossing it from a distance so they catch it? They can spit it out so fast one wonders how they knew… like a batter with a baseball….
That was me.
I didn’t even bite down on it.
It was like popping a burning torch into my mouth.
Never in my life have I had anything remotely close to that hot in my mouth.
I was screaming in agony.
Mon mari was having a hard time not laughing at his wimp of a wife.
I asked him to taste it.
He spit it out.
He, who likes and eats hot foods, said he’d never had anything that hot.
I didn’t know what to do to ease the pain.
I applied ice; I ate yogurt; I used mouthwash; I ate cheese; I rinsed my mouth with milk….
I was in pain and desperate.
I was so flummoxed I forgot that I had cleaned them with my bare hands – as always.
I had scrubbed my hands as soon as I realized it had been a hot pepper….. and scrubbed and scrubbed.
I still got it in my eye.
Twenty minutes later, mon mari‘s mouth was back to normal – no tingling, no burning.
Mine hadn’t abated one bit.
An hour later it had subsided enough I no longer felt the need to call an ambulance (Initially, it was such a shock I actually felt weak and breathless).
Two hours later it had subsided enough I could eat dinner.
Two days later, after God only knows how many hand washings and a couple of showers, I still felt pain if I forgot and touched my eye.
Is it possible I’m just more sensitive than most?
BTW, these were not the infamous Pimientos del Padrón – the cute little peppers served as tapas in Spain…. about every 12th one is very hot.
I know what they look like and avoid them.
Unless they were a much larger cousin…..
I’ll be avoiding these from now on as well….
Are there really people who enjoy that suffering?!?!?
Okay, some could say the same about people who enjoy sauerkraut, which I happen to love. I didn’t always – but I told the sauerkraut story here
We get wonderful kraut here in France, but there is still one problem…
What to do with the leftover kraut?
Well, I mean what to do with it that’s interesting and not just a repeat of the first dish….
Well – if you have old-fashioned food, check an old-fashioned resource: not the internet but Church Cook Books.
And this is what I made – Sauerkraut Hot Dish for the 21st Century
Pasta with Sauerkraut
1 1/2 cups sauerkraut
12oz (350gr) ground beef
1 medium carrot
1 rib celery
2 tsp olive oil
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp fennel seeds
1/3 cup beef stock
1/2 cup Greek yogurt
1 1/4 cup egg noodles
Cook noodles according to package instructions. Drain.
Roughly chop carrot, onion, celery. Heat oil in large skillet. Add carrot, onion, celery, paprika, fennel seeds and sauté 5 minutes. Add beef and sauté, breaking it up as it browns. Add kraut, beef stock, cover, reduce heat and simmer 10 minutes. Stir in yogurt and keep warm.
When noodles are done, add to skillet, stir well to combine.
Not the prettiest pasta dish – but very tasty!
My grandmother would have been proud….