Wednesday, October 22, 2014
HOW HOT ARE THEY?
It was the moment of truth. It was time to try a pickle that had been brined with the deadly ghost pepper. It has only been 72 hours since conception but I could not wait. A glass of milk was poured just in case. The brine had dulled the bright watermelon colors. It smelled of vinegar like a pickle should. The Mexican Gherkin was cut in half and It was popped into my awaiting mouth. It was soft but still had a tooth to it. I anticipated the heat rush to follow. Nada, Zip, Zero, no discernible heat was present. In fact I could not really taste the sweet brine. The Ghost pepper flavor and heat did not come through. Maybe I tried these pickles to soon. It is possible I should of cut the pepper to release its magic. As a consolation I bit into the pickled ghost pepper and immediately realized my mistake. "Bam, Pow, to the Moon Alice" These peppers are special.