One of the most foolish beliefs I've ever had is that peanuts are healthy for you in large amounts. Sure, they're fine by the handful but not by the 2lb/1kg bag full. About seven years back I figured that I ate way too many solid meals whenever I had the munchies so I decided to bring home large bags of nuts and devour them in one sitting. Calorie for calorie I was pretty much eating chocolate. Assumptions don't just make an ass out of a person it can make a huge ass out of them. It could also kill; don't ever buy discounted sushi at the end of summers day, you're just asking for trouble. It took a while for me to finally try sushi and once I did I was hooked. Believe it or not I have never been adventurous with food, even these days I'm very cautious of whatever is on offer and more often than not will go with something safe than something new. Sushi was a huge step for me in that not only was I trying something raw but it was fish, which for the most part of my life had been a sacred ingredient due to my poor upbringing. At first I tried a sushi roll, then some sashimi, then some miso soup and it was all just amazing. Even though I was quite out of my depths as far as knowledge of the Japanese culture was concerned I did pay big dollars for good food whenever I had some to spare. However, soon after I discovered the stuff I was almost put in hospital after eating some stale salmon which quite literally poisoned me to the point where I felt like I was dying. The only other time I'd felt so terrible was the time I was poison by a bucket of KFC causing me to vomit inside the family car. Apart from that my stomach has been quite resilient against bad food. Oh, wait there was that one time with a chili burger...
My father introduced me to alot of things as a teenager, he even attempted to have me start smoking at a very early age, thankfully I was always an intelligent child who knew right from wrong and always refused no matter how aggressive he was. One of the things I submitted to easily was chili, it was one of those things that truly intrigued me since the overpowering pain shadowed any kind of flavour I was meant to draw from it. As it was slowly added to my foods in increasing quantities I began to realise that there was indeed a magnificent flavour behind the burning sensation. It was my very first addiction; often I would sneak into the kitchen and pour chili sauce on two bits of white bread and top it off with some cheese slices and try not to cry while it set my insides on fire. So, the more new foods I had the more I added the firey spice, whether it was a sauce, dry flakes or whole fresh or pickled red or green chillies. Then one day it quite literally disabled me for most of a week. The hamburger that I'd eaten before the pain began was questionable without the spice; I had bought it from a local Chinese milk store and their "beef" really didn't look like any kind of beef I'd ever seen, however since I didn't have a great deal of money I ate what I was given. A couple of days later I managed to crawl out of the bathroom. It would be quite sometime before I ate anything questionable again. These days I'm on and off with chili since it appears to cause bleeding ulcers every time I over indulge, well, I'm sure its an ulcer but there is always alot of blood and pain. Always.
My father introduced me to alot of things as a teenager, he even attempted to have me start smoking at a very early age, thankfully I was always an intelligent child who knew right from wrong and always refused no matter how aggressive he was. One of the things I submitted to easily was chili, it was one of those things that truly intrigued me since the overpowering pain shadowed any kind of flavour I was meant to draw from it. As it was slowly added to my foods in increasing quantities I began to realise that there was indeed a magnificent flavour behind the burning sensation. It was my very first addiction; often I would sneak into the kitchen and pour chili sauce on two bits of white bread and top it off with some cheese slices and try not to cry while it set my insides on fire. So, the more new foods I had the more I added the firey spice, whether it was a sauce, dry flakes or whole fresh or pickled red or green chillies. Then one day it quite literally disabled me for most of a week. The hamburger that I'd eaten before the pain began was questionable without the spice; I had bought it from a local Chinese milk store and their "beef" really didn't look like any kind of beef I'd ever seen, however since I didn't have a great deal of money I ate what I was given. A couple of days later I managed to crawl out of the bathroom. It would be quite sometime before I ate anything questionable again. These days I'm on and off with chili since it appears to cause bleeding ulcers every time I over indulge, well, I'm sure its an ulcer but there is always alot of blood and pain. Always.
To be continued...



