I make a rockin egg salad but you have to like hot stuff. I put sweet crunchy pickles, horseradish and jalapenos in mine for starters. My favorite sauce is Sriracha, the one with the rooster on the bottle. My lemonade is squeezed lemons, real maple syrup and cayenne. I love chocolate with chili peppers. You catch my drift. I work with the sweetest family. Lilly is the baker and Mario is our maintenance guru. They have 3 darling children. The 2 little boys with cowboy boots and hats, hair slicked; impeccably dressed and can be seen running in and out of the kitchen. One boy likes the chocolate we use for the donuts and the eclairs. You will often catch him with a wad on a spoon. The other one likes anything hot. He carries around a spice jar. He runs, shakes some in his mouth, and runs some more. He loves it. I am that kid.
If Im not sweating, then whats the point? If you hold your hand over my head, you should be able to feel the heat against your palm. Heck, you should see it. Our goofy cooks are always trying to see if they can make me squirm. They wait with a smile behind their eyes. When it gets that hot, I cant really taste anything, but I eat it. Its not just a meal, its an experience. I am looking to feel different than how I'm feeling. Hot stuff will take my mind off everything else, kinda like a drug does. When Im on fire, thats all I can think about.
I was super starving in LA. Id been at a seminar that started at dawn and I could barely get out of bed let alone eat breakfast. The most I could manage was coffee. I know. Its not food, but to some of us, it kinda is. Before I knew it, I was having a late night hunger crisis. I found an authentic Mexican restaurant. Score! Theyre the best. It was packed, but I was holdin a number.There was a condiment cart behind me filled with guacamole, limes, cilantro, green salsa, red salsa, all my faves.and peppers, all kinds of peppers. If there were chips, then the meal would have been nothing but a garnish, but there weren't so I swiped a handful of peppers instead. I wolfed them down cuz I was way too hungry. Steam was coming out my ears. I seriously felt like I was going to pass out. I had to sit down. My hair felt hot. I considered leaving for the ER. I ate. I felt better.
There was another time that I harvested some peppers from my garden. I had planted all kinds. That year not only did I cram my designated plot full of stuff, I had things planted all over the yard tomatoes, cucumbers, and rhubarb mixing with the flowers and lettuce with the grasses. Regardless of their differences, the friends and enemies socialized alike. This evening was not unlike any other, so Im out there milking the crop in the dark. Occasionally I bring a flashlight, usually I dont bother. I came in and was chopping up the peppers. In a matter of minutes, my hands were stinging, then sizzling, then burning. I considered calling 911 or just driving to United. Word travels fast in our town, the recovery capital of the world. I imagined the news. Woman rushes self to hospital. Apparently, she believed her hands to be on fire and was concerned they would simply fall off. I lived.
So, as I was eating the egg salad I thought, people oughta know. For those who rock the hot stuff like me.they should have this recipe. But then I remembered the oatmeal. It took the longest time for me and my oatmeal recipe to disappear from the top of a Google search for my name. I actually wrote the magazine in which the article had been published and asked them to take it down. I'm sure they had a good laugh. In those days I didnt, nor did most of my friends, have a computer. I had no idea what one measly 3 minute telephone interview would mean to my internet presence. If anyone was searching me, my rock star ex-husband, future husbands and so on..according to the internet.I didnt graduate high school, my brother was a racket ball champion, there was a Czech painter with my last name and I knew how to keep oatmeal from turning out like glue in a microwave.
I am extreme. Put it all on red. I will save a dollar in my pocket. As much as I am risky, I am cautious. I only lend what I am able to lose. I lend or bet it all if I believe. It would be nice if I believed more. I am a girl with a head full of chatter on her shoulders. Some would call it rational. Id call it fear. My parents accused me of burning the candle at both ends. I didnt listen and now, I consider it a skill. I cannot do the sensible thing, and do the other on the side. I cannot save what I love for a time that never comes along. It didnt work for me, so however crazy or impractical it may be, I do them both. I play it safe, but I play hard. I must pick up my own pieces if they fall, so I do not let them fall. I admire those who dare to lose it all and get back up again. Today this is my story, tomorrow may change it all. I Honor My Truth!
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yeah :( I never know what He is saying...I used to send them to a friend to translate and she said he uses more than one language at once and gave up....she is Czech
if you only have one basket I still wouldnt put them all in there....maybe another basket will come along..... :)
honoryourtruth 2 years ago