I’m going to go out on a limb here and admit that I am, in fact, a complete geek. And that, yes, the title to this post is a reference to two extremely geeky phenomena. 1) Dune. “The spice is the worm. The worm is the spice.” and 2) Dune quotes set to hypnotrance beats. “The spice extends life. The spice expands consciousness. The spice is vital for space travel.” Right. I know. Sorry about that. This post actually has nothing to do with either worms OR space travel. It has everything to do with THE SPICE.
But yes, it’s true. It is that time of year again. It is time for the secret spice. The time that Mom-In-Law is harvesting the 4.72 kajillion chili peppers growing in her back yard. It’s pretty impressive, to be honest. There are round peppers and long peppers and short peppers. There are green, red, yellow, orange, and purple peppers. Habeñeros and jalapeños and Thai spur chilis. To name them all would take about 4 days. And so they all get cleaned, frozen, mashed, dried, and fried into all of the various secret spices. And while these cosmic substances may not actually get you into outerspace, they might, in fact, blow your mind, if not your tastebuds.
You may recall my references to the production of secret spice and the necessity of owning a gas mask if you should decide to step into this eyeball-tearing, throat-searing line of work. I’ve taken the plunge, sans gas mask, and have begun the fiery task of replenishing the family secret spice jar. As a matter of fact, I’ve double-dared myself and made not only Secret Spice #2, but Secret Spice #76, a spicy lao roasted pepper dipping sauce called jeow. Granted, my jeow is probably not the same as or as good as the Authentic Version, but it has the same basic palate of ingredients: roasted chilis, roasted shallots, roasted garlic, salt, sugar, fish sauce, and cilantro all mushed up together in a blender. S-Man’s comment: “Hmmm. It’s good. More salt” (he was right). Then, “Your jeow is hot! I can feel it in my throat! I think I even heard him making that awkward a-herm, a-herm noise that some of us white folks make when the spice gets stuck all over our tonsils while eating in Thai restaurants.
Waitress: How spicy do you want your Drunken Noodles?
You: Oh, I like them spicy, all right. How about 5 stars?
Waitress: Okay, you sure? 5 stars very hot.
You: Sure, I’m sure.
Later on…
Waitress: How is everything? Not too hot?
You: A-herm. A-herm.
As for the Secret Spice #2, I actually fried the darn chilis this time, just to see how really painful it would be. I know, I must be some kind of masochyst to do that to myself on purpose. But it wasn’t really that bad, I just kept the peppers in the pan with a bit of oil on really low heat, cooled them off and then ground them up in the ex-coffee-grinder that shall never be used for anything but hot peppers ever again. Seriously, it wasn’t that bad. A-herm. A-herm.
P.S. If you are also the biggest geek on the planet, feel free to scroll down and enjoy some uber-geekafied Dune spice music, a-la-You-Tube. If my first paragraph left you both confused AND annoyed, just stop now. For real.