i hate spicy stuff
I was thinking about saying something about this. I'd come across the Psycho Ex-Girlfriend site through memepool.com last week sometime and thought... well, I'm not really sure what I thought. But eventually I thought I'd get around to working it into my running, somewhat ironic "putting your life on the Internet" theme. Especially since Psycho Boy has become some sort of pop culture icon. But Tycho did a better job than I ever could, evidentally having more of the sort of real life experience that makes one's opinions worthwhile.
Instead, I'm going to go with that old adage and write what I know.
There's this little Chinese food place just up the street from where I work. They have some lunch specials—rice or noodles topped with meat, veggies and sauce—which were a bit more expensive than what I was used to in my past life a couple blocks away, but not too bad, considering. I first ordered the Beef in Black Bean sauce ("mild," I said when asked), which tasted fine, if a little dry, except that there were hard, rock-like bits of stuff in it which kind of turned me off.
They also gave me a fork. This is understandable, racially speaking, but there's always a right way and a wrong way to do things. Mind you, I've never asked for chopsticks and a spoon, so I have no real right to complain, but if I applied that rule to everything, I'd never have anything to complain about.
I didn't go back for a while. With my alternate choices being pizza, subs, waiting in line at Tim Hortons and nothing ( the latter being what I was most proned to do for some time, having given up any hope of ever being organized enough to prepare myself a bag lunch), within a month or so, I tried them out a gain. Beef and Black Bean (mild) again, and this time, I was quite happy with it. I tried their Chow Mein, and it was quite passable. Then I tried their Chicken and something.
Oh my freakin' Lord in Heaven. What the hell's with all the flaky bits of chili pepper?! I threw most of it out. Putting aside that I can't eat it, call me crazy but I actually like to taste what I'm eating. You know, savour the subtle flavours and textures. I can't do that when my mouth is on fire.
Figuring it was a fluke with the chicken thing, I tried the next item on the lunch special menu. Toss. Okay. The next time I wised up a bit. Realizing that for the last two things, the lady at the counter didn't ask me if I wanted "hot" or "mild" as she had for the Black Bean Beef, I decided to head her off at the pass for the next item on the list.
This time, it was actually edible. Barely. Those damn chili flakes again.
Something was up here. Today, I went back for the Black Bean thing, recalling that, when specifying mild, it wasn't spicy at all. So it seemed like a safe bet. When prompted, I stated my "mild" preference. Get it back to work and ACK! Not inedible, but those damnable chili flakes are everywhere. Toss.
Maybe I'll just give in and stock up on luncheon meats.