(February 1, 2017 at 11:34 am)ukatheist Wrote: In the UK we usually measure spicy foods by curry type. I can enjoy a balti but that's about my limit.
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Ah I can't say I've had a whole lot of curry in my day... is it spicy? or does it depend on the kind of curry?? I'll be honest I don't know much about curry.
(February 1, 2017 at 11:37 am)c172 Wrote: I don't like heat on its own. To me, it's pointless. But I put original Tabasco on a lot of stuff, including cheese toast and chili. I also like sri racha, but if I don't watch it, the garlic stays with me, and it's that that bugs me, not the heat.
That said, I am a proud American, and like Americanized foods (excuse me: "Gringo").
I love that sriracha sauce with the rooster on it. Also Wendy's creamy sriracha is delicious.
I like original Tobasco on certain things but it's a very heavy vinegar flavor so I'm careful with how much I use. sounds like it would be good in chili though
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
