So I made chili last night, using a Bobby Flay recipe that featured a number of different chili peppers, including what I believe to be the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper. Unfortunately, the recipe skipped over some critical steps for those of us non-cooking types.
Namely, the need to procure and wear HAZMAT gloves when handling hot peppers. Suffice it to say, I got jazz hands habanero hands, so I spent the night soaking in milk, downing Percocet and writing dictating a tersely-worded letter to Mr. Flay, who shall be hearing from my lawyers, just as soon as I get some.
To add insult to chemical injury, the chili was awful and almost burned a hole through my bitchin new dutch french oven. Meh.
