Yesterday, I've visited my favorite Indian restaraunt and asked for an 'Indian' rated Chicken Vindaloo. I've been in India several times and know the real deal. It was close, and I don't know anybody who'd eat this Vindaloo without breaking into a sweat. 😉
Yet, when I want to have the raw deal, I don't turn to Indians, nor to Mexicans, but instead to 四川菜 (Szechuan). A favorite breakfast for kids there is 'Chili Noodle', and if they say Chili, they mean it.
Today I'm in the mood to top the Indians, so I'm cutting a Habanero for use of the remains of a great, but altogether too mild soy-beans based chili. My personal limit: I've tried two Habeneros per dish, but found to my great disappointment that the resulting melange was a tad too hard for me.
But one does the job just fine. 😄
After posting the above, I've seen the fortune of Mark Twain: "The difference between a Miracle and a Fact is exactly the difference between a mermaid and a seal."
Well said. And: "The difference between a Mermaid and a Seal is exactly the difference between a dish with one and two habaneros."