We went for dinner at our favorite neighborhood Indian restaurant. We placed our order and while we waited for our food an order was delivered to the table of three Indians next to us. The small plate was heaped with chunks of something golden brown.
I asked the man what it was, “Pepper chicken,” he answered. “Have you ever tried it?” He took his dinner plate and generously dished out his pepper chicken for me.
It smelled as fabulous as it looked. The chicken was so tender it could be cut with the edge of a sheet of paper. It was faintly sweet as I chewed.
The man’s wife asked me, “Is it spicy?”
I held up my hand as a gesture to say, “wait a moment.” No … no … no … and then it hit! My mouth was aflame! The sweat…
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