Chilli madness

That Was the Weekend, That Was

BLISS Tweeted: “Zip. That was the weekend speeding by.” Or something very similar. That's how it felt. Home late Friday evening (work). Up early Saturday morning to go to a meeting (work), back at quarter to two for a two o'clock kick-off (cricket). Play. Quick social and a beer. Home. It felt as if I'd just about got my shoes off before dropping MM off. Back sometime between ten and eleven and, knackered, straight to bed. Sunday? Reading, cooked breakfast for three, cut the hedges, laid on the lawn listening to the cricket for an hour, cooked, ate, watched I Sell The Dead with BLISS (a hard sell but she enjoyed it once convinced by the first five minutes). Suddenly: it's almost Monday morning and there it was (the weekend) gone. Every one seems somewhat the same.

Mental chilli sauce

This was, truly, a massive mistake. At the crossroads of condiment, torture, and human experimentation. Leaning heavily towards the torture. Every so often, you have to push the envelope. This as a shove too far. Ingredients:

Onion, finely chopped.

Garlic, finely chopped.

Ginger, finely chopped.

Chillies (plenty, hot, small, red and green) finely chopped.

Tinned tomatoes.

Sweat all but the tomatoes until they release everything they have. Add the tomatoes, and a massive glug of the Insanity Chilli Sauce BLISS bought as a present. Note that the label warns of hallucinations and other side-effects. Forget that you have previously discounted this as a sales pitch, and come unstuck before. Go for it. Man or mouse.

I had this with last night's bucket barbecue chicken kebabs, rice and salad. No amount of chicken, rice and salad to small amount of chilli sauce rendered it any less than agonisingly painful on the tastebud scale. I got through a litre of fizzy water and plenty of tissues. I was that close to toughing it out but a small amount had to be left with some of the rice. The pain was OK to begin with, but built to a crescendo that was just too much for me to stand.

Cricket tomorrow

Hove, with BO'S, MM and Mr Naughty for the T20 ¼ final. Come on Sussex.

Twenty-twenty is such fantastic cricket, and a game anyone can watch and get into, what's not to like? Good burger and chips, too.