07-03-2005, 07:32 PM
I have finally perfected Salsa Muerte.
No, I wont tell you what is in it... But I can tell you if you ate it, it would probably either kill you out right or make you wish you were dead.
It has habenaros in it. Red Savina Habaneros. Along with some peppers that came from Africa. I have been experimenting with vidalia onions too.
It is the perfect blend of sweet and heat. I find it delicious, and it has been adapted to my taste buds.
Unstoppering the little red glass chili out of the glass bottle I store it in will cause your eyes to burn uncontrolably, your nose will run, and your lungs will burn. I have to eat this stuff out of doors because the fumes could seriously harm the animals in my home.
One bite is enough to even make me raise one grizzled eyebrow in alarm. I think I can actually feel my dreadlocks curling up away from my skull to get away from the heat. Going down the hatch is only the beginning of your troubles... You had best have a stainless steel bunghole.
I have been dabbling with salsa for most of my adult life. Salsa Muerte came to life when I was younger and poorer, and I was asked to bring something to a community dinner. Being the delightfully ethnic person I was on a budget, I brought salsa, something most of the ketchup and mustard eating crowd hadn't heard of. (This was the 70s) There was a lot of strange looks, sniffs, and odd remarks. When their manhood was questioned, people dug in with fresh homemade tortilla chips. (Also made by me)
The screaming started and would not end. At first, I thought I had done something wrong, so I tried a bite and everything seemed just fine to me. In between screams and heavy breathing people kept shouting "Murder!" over and over for some odd reason. The salsa certainly didn't seem hot to me... But to those poor people it must have felt like licking the sun. Some folk were talking turns licking the ice crust out of the freezer, a couple of poor souls were drinking milk (Which curdled in their mouth) and one person correctly grabbed the yogurt to put the fire out.
I received a lot of angry words over the next few days about the after effects of said attempted murder by salsa.
Since then, I have perfected the recipe. I now consider it to be perfect.
No, I wont tell you what is in it... But I can tell you if you ate it, it would probably either kill you out right or make you wish you were dead.
It has habenaros in it. Red Savina Habaneros. Along with some peppers that came from Africa. I have been experimenting with vidalia onions too.
It is the perfect blend of sweet and heat. I find it delicious, and it has been adapted to my taste buds.
Unstoppering the little red glass chili out of the glass bottle I store it in will cause your eyes to burn uncontrolably, your nose will run, and your lungs will burn. I have to eat this stuff out of doors because the fumes could seriously harm the animals in my home.
One bite is enough to even make me raise one grizzled eyebrow in alarm. I think I can actually feel my dreadlocks curling up away from my skull to get away from the heat. Going down the hatch is only the beginning of your troubles... You had best have a stainless steel bunghole.
I have been dabbling with salsa for most of my adult life. Salsa Muerte came to life when I was younger and poorer, and I was asked to bring something to a community dinner. Being the delightfully ethnic person I was on a budget, I brought salsa, something most of the ketchup and mustard eating crowd hadn't heard of. (This was the 70s) There was a lot of strange looks, sniffs, and odd remarks. When their manhood was questioned, people dug in with fresh homemade tortilla chips. (Also made by me)
The screaming started and would not end. At first, I thought I had done something wrong, so I tried a bite and everything seemed just fine to me. In between screams and heavy breathing people kept shouting "Murder!" over and over for some odd reason. The salsa certainly didn't seem hot to me... But to those poor people it must have felt like licking the sun. Some folk were talking turns licking the ice crust out of the freezer, a couple of poor souls were drinking milk (Which curdled in their mouth) and one person correctly grabbed the yogurt to put the fire out.
I received a lot of angry words over the next few days about the after effects of said attempted murder by salsa.
Since then, I have perfected the recipe. I now consider it to be perfect.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."