joelozzy
RG7 Whore
Sup my fellow SS.Orgers.
I was sitting at my table tonight as per normal eating dinner with the fam which consisted of A Chicken/Pasta Concoction with the usual heaped teaspoon of jolokia chilli paste mixed in.
My old lady see's me getting my usual chilli sweat on and sais, "Why the hell do you put yourself through this every night". I replied with "It's friggin beautiful try it, It's not just the taste". And I thought to myself shit, what did I mean by that, and it got me thinking. Why do I eat so much friggin chilli and what is it that keeps me reaching for it with every meal?
I done a little research and of course wiki brought this to my attention. "Eating chilis is an example of a constrained risk like riding a roller coaster, in which extreme sensations like pain and fear can be enjoyed because individuals know that these sensations are not actually harmful".
So I thought why the hell would I want to experience pain when I'm trying to enjoy a meal. So I came up with my own explanation and I wanted to share it with ya'll.
Not only is the taste of chilli freakin beautiful with many dishes. But the element of heat through the spices also brings another sensation to eating the dish. To me, eating an extremely spicy dish is like going for a jog, It makes you sweat, gets your heart going and is often enjoyable but strenuous. After you finish your jog, you feel relaxed knowing that you've done some good for yourself, much like eating chilli speeding up your metabolism.
I've found this rather difficult to explain, and I appreciate those who have taken the time to read it and respond. But I still am yet to know why I do reach for the Jolokia bottle with every single meal. I have it on freakin Toast for breakfast. It's rediculuous.
Another short story, my Dad and I regularly visit an asian noodle bar in which we order the same thing each time and add copious amounts of chilli in it. One day I decided to go a little too far and put a rather large amount. Same thing happened, I got my chilli sweat on a little more than usual, my nose was running and I knew that the next day I'd have the red ring of fire. But it's all good, Cause I really enjoyed the meal. It was worth it.
That following night a had some rather serious stomach cramps, I was awake more than half the night sitting up in bed with what felt like someone squeezing my intestines really hard from the inside. During the night I thought shit why did I do that to myself?
Two days later I'm back at the noodle bar conscious of what I had done to myself that week. Ordered our meals, next thing I know I'm adding the same amount as last time not even caring of what was in store for me that night. I just enjoyed the meal too much last time, It didn't matter to me what was going to happen that night.
Anyways, I'll tie this up. Anyone else have similar stories or experiences with spicy food? Or do I just have some serious problems? Haha.
Peace guys.
