I love my kids but sometimes I really don't like them.
I have a 14 year old son name of Garrett. Not sure why but he's taken an interest in the peppers, an eating interest. Last night it was one of the Hot Paper Lanterns. Took one over to a friends house to see if he could get someone to eat it. They are already wise of him--this wasn't the first time. He's had some takers before.
He couldn't find any freinds last night so he ended up eating it himself. I'm happy to say he survived. He wants to try one of the B. jolokia's but I'm standing in the way. Not sure if I should let him. I do admire his cajones though.
Today on the way home from school we were discussing it. I stayed firm with no. So we reached a compromise. He found a ripe Red Savina on one of the smaller plants. I didnt' get them started early enough and you can call them a dwarf, bush and fruit.
I cut the pepper in half lengthwise leaving seeds and membrane intact. Not quite halves so I gave him the smaller one. The standard is same as thehippieseed co, 10 seconds then swallow if you can. Thank you Neil.
I said ready, set.........go! and watched him toss the half into his mouth and to my own shock and amazement I dropped the other half on my tongue. Oh dear Lord what did I do? Hit the clock and started chewing. My first thought when I felt the seeds between my teeth was that I know one of them is going to get stuck between them. Thankfully that nightmare didn't materialize.
Flavor first, peppery for sure but it seemed flat, like it had been setting on a shelf for a few days. The meat was firm though. We both made the 10 seconds and I'm afraid neither one of us swallowed all of it.
On to the heat. Hit the tongue first then the lips where the tongue had touched. I need to remember no more lip lickin' when I'm chewing on one of these monsters. Then the sides of the mouth, pretty wicked on one side and downright evil on the side that did most of the chewing. There was a time or two that I almost panicked, thought that the heat wouldn't stop climbing and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
Garrett is already pouring the milk for himself. I start razzing him, telling him we had to see how long we could go without it. This is about two minutes into it. The heat is still increasing and I can feel a vein of fire creeping down the back of my mouth into the throat, no doubt following the trail of what I was able to swallow.
As I'm watching him attempt to get the entire glass of milk into his mouth at once I can see my brain forming the words, "you sissy!" Drinking milk within three minutes" but all I hear is "Get me a glass!" Get me a glass now!" Who's saying that? It's just me and him and I know he can't talk while chewing on a glass of milk.
Why is my hand shaking as the milk comes out of the jug into my glass. How does milk move in slow motion like that? Oh man the heat is on and I mean on. OK so now I'm the sissy, make your point as we both fight over the jug of milk. Took me about two 12 ounce glasses of milk and 17 minutes to get to the point I like myself again. Now, almost an hour later the only reminder is a warm feeling in my stomach.
That's my experience with the dreaded Red Savina and I'm sticking to it. Hope I didn't bore ya. Pat
I have a 14 year old son name of Garrett. Not sure why but he's taken an interest in the peppers, an eating interest. Last night it was one of the Hot Paper Lanterns. Took one over to a friends house to see if he could get someone to eat it. They are already wise of him--this wasn't the first time. He's had some takers before.
He couldn't find any freinds last night so he ended up eating it himself. I'm happy to say he survived. He wants to try one of the B. jolokia's but I'm standing in the way. Not sure if I should let him. I do admire his cajones though.
Today on the way home from school we were discussing it. I stayed firm with no. So we reached a compromise. He found a ripe Red Savina on one of the smaller plants. I didnt' get them started early enough and you can call them a dwarf, bush and fruit.
I cut the pepper in half lengthwise leaving seeds and membrane intact. Not quite halves so I gave him the smaller one. The standard is same as thehippieseed co, 10 seconds then swallow if you can. Thank you Neil.
I said ready, set.........go! and watched him toss the half into his mouth and to my own shock and amazement I dropped the other half on my tongue. Oh dear Lord what did I do? Hit the clock and started chewing. My first thought when I felt the seeds between my teeth was that I know one of them is going to get stuck between them. Thankfully that nightmare didn't materialize.
Flavor first, peppery for sure but it seemed flat, like it had been setting on a shelf for a few days. The meat was firm though. We both made the 10 seconds and I'm afraid neither one of us swallowed all of it.
On to the heat. Hit the tongue first then the lips where the tongue had touched. I need to remember no more lip lickin' when I'm chewing on one of these monsters. Then the sides of the mouth, pretty wicked on one side and downright evil on the side that did most of the chewing. There was a time or two that I almost panicked, thought that the heat wouldn't stop climbing and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
Garrett is already pouring the milk for himself. I start razzing him, telling him we had to see how long we could go without it. This is about two minutes into it. The heat is still increasing and I can feel a vein of fire creeping down the back of my mouth into the throat, no doubt following the trail of what I was able to swallow.
As I'm watching him attempt to get the entire glass of milk into his mouth at once I can see my brain forming the words, "you sissy!" Drinking milk within three minutes" but all I hear is "Get me a glass!" Get me a glass now!" Who's saying that? It's just me and him and I know he can't talk while chewing on a glass of milk.
Why is my hand shaking as the milk comes out of the jug into my glass. How does milk move in slow motion like that? Oh man the heat is on and I mean on. OK so now I'm the sissy, make your point as we both fight over the jug of milk. Took me about two 12 ounce glasses of milk and 17 minutes to get to the point I like myself again. Now, almost an hour later the only reminder is a warm feeling in my stomach.
That's my experience with the dreaded Red Savina and I'm sticking to it. Hope I didn't bore ya. Pat
Also, Patrick I'd say you have a chilihead there.
