Last night, a co-worker gave me three dried bhut jolokia (ghost) peppers, claimed to be the hottest in the world.
I cooked a karela (bitter melon) & tore the tip off one pepper (they are rather leathery) & added it to the pan. The piece was about the size of my little fingernail; the pepper is hottest up toward the stem, so this should have been (relatively) mild.
That was an hour ago. I ate the karela strips & the piece of pepper, too. Delicious. I've had to put the portable air conditioner on, of course, & if I turn the lights out the combination of internal glow & the hideous grin on my face should make for a sort of jack o' lantern effect.
One little matter, though: note the initials of the bhut jolokia. Don't. Not for hours, possibly days. A kiss on the cheek might be safe after a few hours, but I wouldn't chance it.
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