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Eating the Worlds Hottest Chili Item #62 crossed off, Item #63 added

I have always been a huge fan of chilli. When I grew up, my mother was always cooking spicy food, from an early age I got the chilli enthusiasts version of “runners high” from eating hotter and hotter things. It developed into bets about eating, first spoonfulls and later entire pots of chilisauce.

I have always been mourning the fact that good and strong chilli is very hard to come by in Denmark. We have one chili shop in Copenhagen and it is incredibly expensive, so I spent most of my time in there drooling over the description of smokey tasting chipotles and scorching hot habaneros. As the poor student I was, I had to put my love for insane chili on the back of the stove for a while. But then something utterly magical happened, I had a strike of divine inspiration and booked a trip to Vietnam with two of my best friends.

In vietnam the magic happened, they have scorching hot chili all over the place, what's more is that it's free and available in unheard of quantities. We did not stop building up tolerance until we realised that this salvia releasing great burning sensation, would soon be unavailable again, as we would leave for Denmark.

We came up with the idea of bringing home 4 kilograms of these little devils and see how long it would last us from the freezer. It lasted a fair while, but when I heard that there would be a chilieating competition at the MANDIG 2013 Fair, a Danish fair for manly macho shit, we had to jump aboard. We all entered this madmans competition, an endurance turnament with a last-man-standing model.

We get up to the table and sit down, each on a different side of the table. Luckily only some twohundred spectators had gathered to see us do something unbelievably stupid. First item coming is a bunch chili kethup, I laugh at it as I cannot even sense a light tickeling, my neighbour, a big redfaced tattooed guy is already starting to get little pearls of sweat on his forehead – this is gonna be a walkover, I arrogantly think to myself.

Grandmother says... Carrots, Eggs, or Coffee; "Which are you?"

On The Anxious Owl

A young woman went to her grandmother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her grandmother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water. In the first, she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs and the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her granddaughter, she asked, "Tell me what do you see?"

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they got soft.She then asked her to take an egg and break it.

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