Unless take-out General Tso’s chicken counts. Probably not. It doesn’t meet the “hot as we can stand it” criterion anyway, at least the way Market Boy Chinese makes it.
Remember Sunday, when I wrote a post made of haiku because I said I was having a relapse (into an acute cycling phase of bipolar disorder, for those not in the know)? I should have said RELAPSE. Or better yet, GIANT FUCKING RELAPSE.
- MY GOD, LOOK AT THE MAGNITUDE OF THAT RELAPSE
- “SEND THE KIDS OUT OF THE ROOM FOR THIS PART; THE GIANT RELAPSE IS GOING TO BE TOO SCARY FOR THEM.”
- RELAPSE THAT IS VISIBLE FROM SPACE
- RELAPSONOMICON: THE RECKONING II
So today we begin trying to get things under control with a new mood stabilizer, Abilify! I’m not jumping up and down about it or anything because I’m too depressed to jump; it just seems like a word that should have an exclamation point after it.
I’m a little wary of new drugs in general, especially of drugs with names that sound like verbs. “The car’s been stalling lately, I think we need to abilify the transmission.” “The pool’s looking a little green, when was the last time you abilified it?” But I’d like to stay, you know, alive, so I’ll give it a whirl. At this point, if you told me that shooting up cat piss would be a viable therapy option I would do it.
But enough about me! Dinner. Needless to say I didn’t make it, but I did have a concrete plan: quesadillas with salsa verde. I know that doesn’t sound very exciting, but I was going to roast the jalapenos intact; this infuses the chile’s flesh with the heat of the ribs and seeds so that even when you clean them out, the resulting salsa is hotter than the flames of hell. There were going to be photos of pounding salsa in the molcajete, blackened chicken for the quesadillas, piles of cheese used to neutralize the heat, the giant glass of milk I’d be drinking and the handful of tranquilizers I’d be tossing back throughout the night.
But there aren’t. Sorry. I’ll be here tomorrow night for Top Chef Masters, though, so see you then.
*I.e., I didn’t do it, but if I had, here’s how I would have.
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