Thursday, July 6, 2017

Sour Cream

HR has a friend that cannot tolerate extremely hot cuisine.  HR being an Indian used to spicier food has no frame of reference for someone that likes to actually taste their food, instead of experiencing something that instantly burns your taste buds with a hot poker and removes the ability to ever taste again simultaneously.  When she goes to Firehouse Subs, the spiciest hot sauce is so “tame” to her that she has to combine several of them together to try to up the spice number.

Now, I can relate to this poor non-Indian friend, because I can’t tolerate spicy food either.  HR has taken to referring to us both as having a spice level of Sour Cream.  Apparently, that’s the hottest food we can eat.  The funny thing is that neither of us are offended by this comment.

There was an episode of Psych titled Bollywood Homicide that perfectly sums up what it’s like for someone with a Sour Cream spice level to eat Indian food made the way HR likes it.

GRANDMOTHER: Wonderful. More mouths to feed. Thank you for the advanced notice.
SHAWN: No, we didn't come to eat. [Gus and Shawn sit down and load up food on their plates.]
RAJ: You know, guys, my grandmother tends to make her food a little spicy. You might want to take it easy.
GUS: Please. I'm one-quarter Jamaican. [Digging into the food with relish.]
SHAWN: I'm also one-quarter Jamaican.
GUS: You are not! Stop telling people that!
GRANDMOTHER: So how do you know my grandson Jay?
SHAWN: We're actually friends of Raj.
GRANDMOTHER: You're not here for Jay and Sita's engagement dinner?
GUS: We're helping Raj with a problem.
SHAWN: I'm sorry, was this chicken seasoned with molten lava?
SHAWN: Really? You're just fine?
ABIGAIL: I taught English to children in Mumbai for a month. This is very authentic. What's the matter, Shawn, you don't like it?
[Tears are running down Shawn and Gus’s faces. Gus is sniffling, but both of them keep eating.]
SHAWN: I think I like it too much. It's so authentic. [Whispering to Gus] I can't see anything out of my left eye.
GUS: I see dead people.
[Shawn takes a big drink of water to cool off his mouth. Gus continues to eat next to him.]
SHAWN: My god, even the water's spicy! Who does that?!

Green Light Honk

Whenever I'm at the front of the line at a stoplight, the moment it turns green, I honk my horn. I figure I'll preemptively get it out there to deflate everyone else.