Hot peppers
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aquaculture;3792690; said:james start selling it or when i get some cash would you be able to mail me some
for sure
I like to say that I am actually a chemist and a physicist disguising myself as a chef. I have many things about food that I have developed over the past 25 years or so, that I just came up with and the more I do research into the more I am finding that I am onto something.
For example I stopped using flour over 12 years ago and instead use corn starch or potato starch or slow reduction to thicken.
I also have some thoughts about how much of todays food is actually edible death since it has been cooked to over kill and then made to taste good with additives and preservatives.
One angle with my foodservice I will be doing in days to come is a line of dressings and sauces, yet, I wanted to have my 50 k in reserve before I even started with it, so that I could make sure from inception to completion I was able to produce the goods without anyone seeing how it is done. I even spoke with the western canadian rep for kraft foods and he told me that a solid recipe that could be mass produced would fetch an easy 25 k if I sold it to them.
I also have an organic saskatoon vinegrette dressing that I made up that customers would literally buy a coffee cup full to take home.
Drop me a line with an address and I will see what kind of package I can send to you in a few months from now as I am about to make the winter batch for late spring readiness.
Ill definately have cash for when the late spring batch is ready, sounds awesome.
Money is tight for me with having to purchase college texts, its like they're made of gold or hold the secret to eternal life.
Money is tight for me with having to purchase college texts, its like they're made of gold or hold the secret to eternal life.
Dude I asked for an address not money 
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One thing about me is life is not totally about money, That is what the rich people are for
!One thing about me is life is not totally about money, That is what the rich people are for
THANKS, Iam pretty sure I pmed yah just now the address, not good at reading right know within the past 15 minutes I feel like I've been hit with a tranquilizer dart.
Now I have to share a story about hot peppers.
When my mom died I got a killer inheritance. I allocated a good amount of it to go to help some of my contacts in the philippines. It was a killer trip in the year of 98 while the elections were going on. When we got to mindano( spelling) we were the only white guys in the airport other than a geologist who got picked up.
Now here is where the funny part comes in. In the 6 weeks prior to our going, I tried many ways to make a connection but never got a response from the people I was going to meet. So when the airport began to empty it became very clear that there was no welcoming party. You should have seen my father in law change the color of his underwear lOLOLOLOLOLOL.
So I knew at least the name of the place where they lived Agusan Del Norte. So we flagged a jeepny and off we went. When we got to the general area, it took us a good 3 hours driving around till we found someone who knew where the person we were looking for lived. The driver loved it because we were a massive fair for him.
I will get to how this ties in with peppers in the next paragraph.
When we got to the house, it was so great. Here I am 6 5' biker jacket, cowboy hat and boots and Samuel Salar's wife answers the door and she is like 4 7'. It took her about 5 minutes till she cued in to whom I was. So here we are unannounced on their doorstep and they were like totally caught unprepared which was great because everything that samuel had made himself out to be was exactly what he was. I loved it.
Then he went to try to take us to what the barange (spelling) called a tourist resort, to which I told him no way we will sleep on your floor or in the outshed. Over the next 2 weeks we had a great time and here is where the peppers come in.
Without knowing how dangerous it was for a white dude to be alone in the market I went off to get the supplies for the feast I wanted to make for them. They had 3 pots and a hole in the counter where the fire came through. So I picked up a fresh fish , some veggies, fruits and what they called dirty rice. I thought it would be nice to make a hot spicy compote type salsa to add to the sweet chutney I was gonna make. So I made sure to spread the purchases out amongst the various stalls. All the while with people yelling HEY JOE at me. I had made sure to attach canadian flags to my kit so that people would know I was not connected to that aspect of caucasion history. Well at the one stall, these two young ladies who did not seem to speak good english were selling these tiny tiny tiny dark green peppers that had fire red tips. I bartered with them and then told them how many I needed and made a motion that I wanted to test one of them so that I could get the right amount.
When I broke the pepper open and bit the area just below the stem on the pepper, they put both of their hands on their cheeks and their mouths just dropped AND I KNEW FROM THE LOOK IN THEIR EYES THAT I WAS IN VERY DEEP TROUBLE. IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE STUCK NAPALM ON MY LIPS AND LIT IT.
I dropped that pepper and ran my fingers across my forehead to which they burst out in laughter. Immediately I felt the streaks of napalm on my forhead. Even worse later when I went to the latrine I made the gravest of chefs errors, I forgot that I had been preparing a nasty hot salsa and you guessed it, for the next few hours I really wished there was an ice machine near by.
The feast was for 250 people or so and I could not figure out why certain people were laughing at me all the while I was making the supper. It was only later that I found out in that area I was doing ladies work, and what was even funnier was that I was enjoying it lolololololol
When my mom died I got a killer inheritance. I allocated a good amount of it to go to help some of my contacts in the philippines. It was a killer trip in the year of 98 while the elections were going on. When we got to mindano( spelling) we were the only white guys in the airport other than a geologist who got picked up.
Now here is where the funny part comes in. In the 6 weeks prior to our going, I tried many ways to make a connection but never got a response from the people I was going to meet. So when the airport began to empty it became very clear that there was no welcoming party. You should have seen my father in law change the color of his underwear lOLOLOLOLOLOL.
So I knew at least the name of the place where they lived Agusan Del Norte. So we flagged a jeepny and off we went. When we got to the general area, it took us a good 3 hours driving around till we found someone who knew where the person we were looking for lived. The driver loved it because we were a massive fair for him.
I will get to how this ties in with peppers in the next paragraph.
When we got to the house, it was so great. Here I am 6 5' biker jacket, cowboy hat and boots and Samuel Salar's wife answers the door and she is like 4 7'. It took her about 5 minutes till she cued in to whom I was. So here we are unannounced on their doorstep and they were like totally caught unprepared which was great because everything that samuel had made himself out to be was exactly what he was. I loved it.
Then he went to try to take us to what the barange (spelling) called a tourist resort, to which I told him no way we will sleep on your floor or in the outshed. Over the next 2 weeks we had a great time and here is where the peppers come in.
Without knowing how dangerous it was for a white dude to be alone in the market I went off to get the supplies for the feast I wanted to make for them. They had 3 pots and a hole in the counter where the fire came through. So I picked up a fresh fish , some veggies, fruits and what they called dirty rice. I thought it would be nice to make a hot spicy compote type salsa to add to the sweet chutney I was gonna make. So I made sure to spread the purchases out amongst the various stalls. All the while with people yelling HEY JOE at me. I had made sure to attach canadian flags to my kit so that people would know I was not connected to that aspect of caucasion history. Well at the one stall, these two young ladies who did not seem to speak good english were selling these tiny tiny tiny dark green peppers that had fire red tips. I bartered with them and then told them how many I needed and made a motion that I wanted to test one of them so that I could get the right amount.
When I broke the pepper open and bit the area just below the stem on the pepper, they put both of their hands on their cheeks and their mouths just dropped AND I KNEW FROM THE LOOK IN THEIR EYES THAT I WAS IN VERY DEEP TROUBLE. IT WAS LIKE SOMEONE STUCK NAPALM ON MY LIPS AND LIT IT.
I dropped that pepper and ran my fingers across my forehead to which they burst out in laughter. Immediately I felt the streaks of napalm on my forhead. Even worse later when I went to the latrine I made the gravest of chefs errors, I forgot that I had been preparing a nasty hot salsa and you guessed it, for the next few hours I really wished there was an ice machine near by.
The feast was for 250 people or so and I could not figure out why certain people were laughing at me all the while I was making the supper. It was only later that I found out in that area I was doing ladies work, and what was even funnier was that I was enjoying it lolololololol
Great story. A persons 1st trip is their best "trip". The culture shock takes a while to get over. Gotta love the Philippines!
Saskatoon vinaigrette sounds really good! I like moderately spicy food, but I can't handle the really blazing stuff.
My uncle is crazy about peppers; he grows a bunch of different varieties (the hotter the better) every year and makes his own chile sauces and flakes. I remember some chili he made once. It was spicy, but not too hot, and really tasty- until I bit into one of the whole serranos he had mixed in. They say you can't drink a gallon of milk in one sitting, but I sure made a good effort at it. Gah.
I'm a big fan of pepper vinegar. It's very easy to make- just fill a bottle with sliced chiles of whatever variety you prefer, then top off with vinegar. You can keep refilling with vinegar as you use it up. It's great on greens, beans, fish, ham- any kind of country cooking.
My uncle is crazy about peppers; he grows a bunch of different varieties (the hotter the better) every year and makes his own chile sauces and flakes. I remember some chili he made once. It was spicy, but not too hot, and really tasty- until I bit into one of the whole serranos he had mixed in. They say you can't drink a gallon of milk in one sitting, but I sure made a good effort at it. Gah.
I'm a big fan of pepper vinegar. It's very easy to make- just fill a bottle with sliced chiles of whatever variety you prefer, then top off with vinegar. You can keep refilling with vinegar as you use it up. It's great on greens, beans, fish, ham- any kind of country cooking.
Satan likes his chilli's.
I'm more about flavour now tho than just eating the hottest things i can, i found it was no fun if your entire mouth is numb and you then can't taste your food. Jalapenos always add a nice little kick to a sandwich or burger without ruining the flavour. So does a good well made chilli sauce, the right ones can pack a punch and still have good flavour too them but they're mostly small batch products available in farm shops rather than big chain stores.
I do like to add a couple of drops of death sauce to a meal to make it tingle a bit. I don't know if it still is but when i bought that sauce a couple of years ago it was the hottest stuff available anywhere. Good times
Had a drop of it raw once..........don't recommend it. ever.
One of my proudest (retarded) moments does have to be when a group of us were suffering bad hangovers in the lunch room at work (doing visiting superiors avoidance) and i said 'would it cheer everyone up if i ate a table spoon of tabasco sauce?' It did. For about 10 minutes. Then i did another one. Bad bad bad day
I know that pain, ended up with death sauce on my hands and the damn stuff just wouldn't wash off. Going for a wee was bad enough but taking contact lenses out was hell!
I'm more about flavour now tho than just eating the hottest things i can, i found it was no fun if your entire mouth is numb and you then can't taste your food. Jalapenos always add a nice little kick to a sandwich or burger without ruining the flavour. So does a good well made chilli sauce, the right ones can pack a punch and still have good flavour too them but they're mostly small batch products available in farm shops rather than big chain stores.
I do like to add a couple of drops of death sauce to a meal to make it tingle a bit. I don't know if it still is but when i bought that sauce a couple of years ago it was the hottest stuff available anywhere. Good times
Had a drop of it raw once..........don't recommend it. ever.One of my proudest (retarded) moments does have to be when a group of us were suffering bad hangovers in the lunch room at work (doing visiting superiors avoidance) and i said 'would it cheer everyone up if i ate a table spoon of tabasco sauce?' It did. For about 10 minutes. Then i did another one. Bad bad bad day
chefjamesscott;3792748; said:
I know that pain, ended up with death sauce on my hands and the damn stuff just wouldn't wash off. Going for a wee was bad enough but taking contact lenses out was hell!
I make my own hot sauces to out of peppers grown in the yard. Jalepenos, tabascos, habneros and more. I'm no chef but my simple recipes work well. I love this little thai restauant downtown where you can order your meal to the degree of hotness you want. They know me and know I like it thai-hot with the chili tray(assorted chilis and hot sauces) as a back up.
And, as warned above, be careful of "Jalepeener-weiner"! Yeeoouuch!!! Milk don't cut it down there...
And, as warned above, be careful of "Jalepeener-weiner"! Yeeoouuch!!! Milk don't cut it down there...
