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Curry Chat => Lets Talk Curry => Topic started by: NairB on November 16, 2006, 12:48 AM
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Was wondering what the hottest curry you've scoffed from start to finish??
One of my first creations nearly killed me.
I was ill adviced and in my quest cooked 5 scotch bonnet chilli's (with seeds) and a further 5 green birdeye chilli's with a spoonful of red chilli powder just to compliment and let it simmer for 50 mins.
Because I was so proud of my achievements.....hot.....smelled like curry etc.....i refused to let my brain tell me it was far too HOT and proceeded to scoff the lot to prove how lovely it was.
Needless to say that even after losing 3 stones in body fluids, the worst was still to come.
I ended up lying on the bathroom floor...next to the pan....doubled up with SEVERE stomach pains.......i think my other end was suffering too but the gut pain was so bad I contemplated getting the old stomach pumped :-X
All done in the name of "curry science" lol
Anyone interested in some curry at my place (http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c192/nairbs/smilielol.gif)
Ive learned my lesson.
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Suprisingly..... Yes ;D ;D
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Ive eaten a few of my creations that have given me an out of body experience ;)
Once ate a curry at an indian friends house when i wasnt used to it..and even a relatively tiny amount made me feel like id just eaten a mouth full of fire.
I prefer milder curries these days, it should burn but not be unpleasant for too long ;)
Ashes
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Personally I've never got to the stage where I've needed to use asbestos lined toilet paper, however I do know of a B.I.R. in Newcastle called the Rupali, This has an ongoing promotion called {Curry Hell } where if you can scoff the meal provided you don't pay. From the reports I've heard it's like eating LAVA. And a few suicide jockey's have ended up in hospital. {Darth would proberly ask for seconds }.
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My first Phall was in 1972 in Bermondsey, I have never had one as hot since (except for the Bedford incident in 1966 which we don't mention). It blew my mind (and other bits too). They used to put a bit of weed in it as well ::) :o :-[
CP
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the hottest i`ve eaten is a curry called the chicken ringstinger and the curry called curry hell i like to give it a try to see what it`s like,but i went to the website and he says that all he uses is meat,chilli powder,chilli seeds and water or instead you can make a vegetable version.
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I like em hot and have on occasion gone over the top :-X I once had breathing problems and thought I may need medical attention. Lately I mainly stick to vindaloo strength with the occasional phall.
cK
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;D ;D Chicken Ringstinger lol I love that one Bart09 mate, that is a classic name.
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i got recipe off a website if i find the site i`ll let you know if not i`ll post the recipe on here if it`s ok by the admin.
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Hottest I've had was a homemade Phall, with 25 Birds Eye Chillies, 2 Scotch Bonnets & 300mg of Vindalloo Curry powder & it was a very nice Curry but too hot to eat all the time, im sure overdoing it must be not good for you insides, but the heat is very addictive, i stick to good old normall Phalls these days as the Darklord ain't as young as he once was, the benefit of eating hot Curries though only comes to light at the other end & you don't get the Ringstinger effect after several weeks continuous heat training ;D, my mates at work think Ive flushed most of my insides out anyway. ;D
Respect NairB you looonatic !!!! ;D
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:o :o Holy Moly Darth, I would be walking like John Wayne for a fornight after tackling that, Jeeze 25 Birds Eye Chillies, 2 Scotch Bonnets & 300mg of Vindalloo Curry Powder.
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hi guys
the only uncomfortable curry to eat was in my early curry days my wife used to use pataks extra hot cury paste and add extra chilli powder. it actaully made mee hiccup and that takes alot ( she had used 3/4 of a jar :o). but i have made a few vindaloos that have had the desired effect. chillies give you wind but chilli powder will burn ;D
i would love to try the curry hell and think i could do it no know i could do it ;)
have had a chicken tikka naga but they forgot to leave in the naga :(
i know when i have made a good hot curry as when i return from a dog walk after cooking the curry and the missus is hiccupping ;D
regards
gary
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When I was young and just starting to cook Indian food, I made a recipe for Keema Mattar that I found in the newspaper. It was powerfully hot, bringing tears to our eyes and leaving us gasping for breath, and we decided that nothing could make it tolerable. I had already given some to our son, who was about 3 at the time. Thinking he might injure himself eating such hot food, I went to take it away from him. He started crying -- not from the heat, but because I was taking it away. He went on to eat his entire portion and both of ours!
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"the Bedford incident", "chicken ringstinger", "breathing problems"........ahahaaahaaa ;D
And Darth......how on earth are you still alive :o ;D
You lot are mental......thought it was just me ;D
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Phals are absolutely my favourite curry. The mark of a good one, in my opinion, is that:
- Your scalp starts to creep the minute the dish arrives at your table
- You start to hiccup before the first mouthful even hits your mouth
- The back of your head becomes damp?then wet?and progressively sweats, ever more profusely, as you devour the phal
- You hiccup in a rhythmic fashion and continue to do so for the entire evening
- Nevertheless, you can still fully taste the flavour of the prawns/meat and any other ingredients
- You continue to get value for money for several days after
One of my fondest curry recollections is when, in 1980, I took a King Prawn Phal (6 king prawns in a delicious, stinky hot, oily, rich, flavoursome sauce) back to my new found lodgings in Canterbury. I had no rice, naans, or anything else (because I couldn?t afford anything else). I simply ate the King Prawn Phal, from its foil container, using a plastic spoon. They were ohhhh sooooo sublime! I can still visualise and taste that King Prawn Phal today! 8)
I also have fond memories of our boys (about 2 and 4 years old at the time) waddling up to taste my Phal (a regular occurance)....then tearing off to the kitchen for some juice (yes, I told them milk or yoghurt was better for them, but what can you do ;)).....then waddling back for yet some more! ;D Funnily enough, they'll only eat mild ones now! ::)
Oh?and of our dog?tearing around our living room coffee table....after sampling a piece of my naan... with some phal cunningly concealed inside it! ;D ?.and of me, in hot pursuit, with yet another tasty offering in hand! Funnily enough, it never did stop her from scrounging though! She's dead now, bless her >:(
Ahhh...those were the days...... ;D
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;D ;D Hey Cory, Taking into consideration the hiccuping effect that Phal gives to some of you, do you think we could amass enough people together to form a new Phalamonic Orchestra. Ha Ha Get it Phalamonic Orchestra.
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Sounds like you had a good run for your money with that King Prawn Phall Cory ::) ::)
CP
Maybe I should relate the 'Bedford Incident' but I am not sure if the victim is still around out there :-\
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OK this is what is known as the 'Bedford incident' amongst close friends and family, and it relates to the pioneering of the hottest curry ever.
I was in the last 18 months of my service in the RAF and was posted to RAF Henlow in 1965. I had a mate Snowy who worked for a different section and only occasionally would we be back at base at the same time. We both shared a passion for draft Guinness and curry! So we would head off in his car to Bedford which was about 12 miles away where we would drink lots of the most magnificent Guinness in the County and consume totally inedible curry in a backstreet cafe. At the time this was the only curry house in the county and it was very primitive.
I had never had this new thing called Vindaloo but on our first visit Snowy persuaded me to try one. I ordered a 'chicken' vindaloo, and he ordered a vegetable vindaloo as he never trusted what they put in curries, and he was certainly not keen on back-alley chicken (cat). Anyway the food arrived and smelt fabulous. The 'Chicken' was a leg and thigh on the bone skin on, as was the tradition those days, Snowy's looked like a packet of BirdsEye mixed veg. However it was delicious and we ate the lot. I was a bit concerned that the chicken thigh had a bone that looked triangular (like a shoulder blade) certainly not chicken-like but after a many pints of Guinness who cares?
On the way back we used to pass two other RAF stations (Cardington and Chicksands), they both served as milestones and evidence (when p***ed) that we were on the right road. The latter was the halfway mark.
Anyway on the first occasion we visited this curry emporium on our return we had just passed Chicksands when I heard a familiar burbling sound followed by a cloud of phosgene & Methane gas that was absolutely vile. Snowy carried on driving with a slight grin on his face. It was so bad we had to wind the windows down and it took a mile to clear.
The next time we went for a curry the waiter in usual politeness asked us what we would like we replied 'the same, but make it in to a proper vindaloo.' He was a bit surprised as he said no one ate curries that hot (Vindaloo was new to the scene those days). We insisted and the bum burner duly arrived. Bravely we ate it and when the waiter enquired if it was OK, we said it was lovely but could have been hotter. Anyway every time we visited that cafe over the next 18 months they made the Vindaloo hotter and hotter and every time we passed Chicksands we wound the windows down as the smell got more vile on each occasion; on occasions we had to stop the car wind all the windows down and then get out!
Now to the infamous 'Bedord Incident'. We had arrived back off our annual new year leave and Snowy and I decided to celebrate with, yes you guessed, the hottest bum burner yet preceded by gallons of Guinness. So off we went to Bedford on sub-zero bitterly cold night; we had been warned of snow, but braveheart and snowy wouldn't let that put them off. We arrived at the Mucky Duck (Black Swan Hotel) in the middle of Bedford and set about emptying their stock of Guinness. At about 10:30 pm they threw us out and we staggered around trying to find the cafe, which we eventually did. They welcomed us with open arms (and till) as usual, and we asked for the usual. 'OK, you want it even hotter as usual?" asked the waiter."No we want it even hotter, so hot it will melt the dish" we replied in chorus. He recommended that it was not a good idea especially in the state we were it. nevertheless we told him to get on with it. The Chef even came out and asked us to reconsider, but we insisted. I have never had anything so hot since. My mouth and lips were burned burned and blistered and I think my insides and bum were in a very similar state for days, Snowy was the same; and we couldn't speak properly for days afterwards, despite copious amounts of Guinness. I tithink the bowls and cutlery melted. The Chef and all the staff came out and watched us through the whole episode and applauded us when we finished (it all!). Ok Ok you say we have done that, but that is not what this story is about.
When we left the cafe sometime after midnight, it had been snowing heavily and a raging blizzard was in progress. We managed to find the car and dig it out, but we both thought it very risky to drive but had to because we were on early parade later that morning. So we set off at about 10 MP. Just outside the town battling through the blizzard and drifts we spotted a lone figure in an RAF greatcoat staggering along. So we stopped and offered him a lift, he gladly accepted and said he was student going to Hitchin which was about 6 miles further from our camp, but there were all night buses and taxis. So off we set again at a very slow carefull pace. It is not much fun driving through a Blizzard when you cansee two of everything. Anyway we passed Cardington, so far so good, the chap in the back was dozing and we were not able to speak anyway, and eventually we got to Chicksands. I had totally forgotten about Snowy's problem when I heard the tell tale sound; I reached for the winder and down came the window. Too late the green fouls gas filled the car rapidly and down came snowy's window too. The car started to fill with snow when we heard a gasping and coughing from the back; our friend has woken up. He muttere something about death and asked us to stop what we were doing. We said we would and explained the situation. Up came the windows and we carried on. Unfortunately Snowy did it again and the same routine happened, this time the chap wound down both rear windows as well. He had a bit of a shouting match, but quietened down when Snowy reminded him that we were doing him a favour and it was still a long way to go, but he would try to resist further attacks.
Unfortunately this was not to be an as we battled through these enormous drifts an the middle of nowhere he let of the worst he had ever done, followed by me as fell about laughing. There was a desperate scream from the back accompanied by a load of expletives, and he demanded the car was stopped immediately. Snowy braked, too hard, and we slewed in to a large drift and came to an abrupt halt. The student managed to force the back door open and got out swearing profusely at both of us. We got out also howling with laughter and farting even more! We apologised the best we could but the student was having nothing to do with us anymore, told us to Foxtrot Oscar several times and stomped of into the dark and the 12 inches of snow + drifts. I think we must have stayed there a while just howling our heads off and farting. We dug the car out and decided to go after the student and rescue him. We found him staggering along a short distance on and I wound the window down and asked him to reconsider as he would most certainly die in the conditions as they were. More Foxtrot Oscars and something like he would rather die that get back in the car. So we left him to his own devices in the middle of nowhere.
We got back to camp in the early hours went to kip. The following day we met up full of remorse and petrified at what we had done leaving that student, because we were sure he would not survive and there wer no other habitations where we left him and no vehicles on the road. We had everyone we could find scouring the roads, we asked the RAF police if they had heard of any incidents and we listened to the local radio and scoured the Papers. After a week we relaxed and got on with life again, but I often think back to that night and wonder what happend to that poor student. A Vindaloo has never been the same.
Sorry if this bored you, but happy if it provided some humour. And yes we were out of order drinking & driving, but in those days it was not considered as serious as it is now.
The Mucky Duck? Well they went down hill as their profits slumped when we left. The cafe? well I heard that it burned down a couple of years later, I think their profits went down to; but the good news was the back-alley chicken population started to increase again.
Oh Snowy and I were the fittest and slimmest guys on the camp for a long time, and I never had another bout of dysentry. The incident became infamous in the Mob and was the talk in the pubs for a while. Many other tried our mission but failed miserably; in fact on the night of our demob many months later we had a caravan of cars full of accolytes and leavers following us on the final mission. By the final morning we had lost four who crashed and ended up in hospital with their injuries (which was sad but the doc thoughtey also had something else serious which turned out to be the effects of the Guinness and Vindaloo); and we we lost another four somewhere, we and they had no idea where, but they managed to get back to camp aboy mid morning the following day.
Happy adventures eh?
CP
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Great story Chili, Is this when you started developing your asbestos tastebuds then.
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I had a great laugh at that Chilli Prawn, nearly burst a rib, good one..... ;)
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I thought the hiccup problem was just me, :( until now, does anyone know why we hiccup when we eat hot food ?
My wife told me its because i eat like a Pig when i eat Curries. :-X
The reason i can eat Hot Curries & live is that I'm in league with Satan & Madder than a pair of Chocolate Bicycle Clips ;D
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;D ;D Ain't no doubt about your state of mind 0 Dark One.
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...does anyone know why we hiccup when we eat hot food?
Sorry, I see that we've digressed again...... ::)
....but the reason for hiccups is as follows (http://www.kidshealth.org/kid/talk/qa/hiccup.html):
"The part to blame is your diaphragm, a dome-shaped muscle at the bottom of your chest. All hiccups start here. The diaphragm almost always works perfectly. When you inhale, it pulls down to help pull air into the lungs. When you exhale, it pushes up to help push air out of the lungs. Sometimes, the diaphragm becomes irritated. When this happens, it pulls down in a jerky way, which makes you suck air into your throat suddenly. When the air rushing in hits your voice box, you're left with a big hiccup (or lots of them of course!).
Some things that irritate the diaphragm are eating too quickly (that'll be you then Darth ;D) or too much (you again?), an irritation in the stomach or the throat (yep!), or feeling nervous or excited (probably!). Almost all cases of the hiccups last only a few minutes (yeah, right!). Some cases of the hiccups can last for days or weeks (haha), but this is very unusual, and it's usually a sign of another medical problem (haha...breathing problems anyone :P)".
Check here for stacks of cures http://www.well.com/~smalin/hiccup.htm
I particularly like the "cures you can do with no tools" e.g. "fart" or "make yourself vomit"! I don't recommend that you "stimulate your clitoris" though Darth....you might be there quite a while trying to find it! ;D
The one that I do recommend you try though, Darth, is to "have someone deliver a swift punch to your abdomen". That should do the trick! ;)
But "threateningly pointing a gun at the subject" has to take the biscuit though...especially when you shoot them stone dead!! :o http://www.musanim.com/mam/hickill.html ......there you go sonny, hiccups all gone now! ;D
The obvious one, thats missing from the list, is to stop eating stinky hot curries (but that's a no-no I guess)! :P
Happy Hiccupping!
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;D ;D A very interesting dissatation Cory, I like it.
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Nice one Cory ;D It is a pity you could not find cures that involve the use of light sabres ::)
CP
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Cory i never realised you'd be the master of hiccups.. but you've enlightened us all :D
?Guessing id say a large glass of yoghurt would do the trick, it makes sense and could be drunk in the form of lassi although i have no idea how traditional it is.Traditional 3 course meals aren't eaten in India.. so im not sure whether you'd start with a "starter, main course and end with a sugary drink. The point being, that yoghurt tends to calm the digestive system, helps take away that chemical found in chillies which burns so much and gives a heap load of good bacteria to your body which help digest those hard to digest foods which are so nice.
Drinking water and/or holding your breath apparently helps, although i doubt they would have much effect against a really good Phall :D
Hiccups can be annoying but the price is small.. if you're one of the lucky ones who can take that amount of heat.. :o me, ill stick with my wimpy heat limit and hopefully avoid the those little frog burps ;)
Regards Ashes
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My cure for hiccups is inhale as much air as possible till lungs nearly burst, then exhale till every bit of air is out and your blue in the face. Do that a few times then with one big enormous INHALE...as much air as humanly possible(lungs definitely ready to burst)....hold it for as long as you can(going dizzy and ready to pass out) then let it all out normally.
Thats it....CURED. ::)
The looks I get from folk in a restaurant whilst doing all of this is a picture....must think I'm bonkers ;D
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That also sounds like a sure-fire way to make you fart too, NB, if ever I saw one! :o ;D
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Funny but I was thinking the same thing Cory ;D bit like Bedford :o
CP
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My hottest curry was in a restaurant called The Handi in Drummond Street, London (an excellent street full of curry houses near Euston Station) about 12 years ago. The hottest on the menu was a Vindaloo (already at phal- like temperatures compared to other places), but in a fit of bravado brought on by too much Guiness, I order the Vindaloo with a 'please make it hot this time!' comment.
Any they sure did, although it was still edible and pretty tasty. My companion that evening had a foot in plaster due to a skiing accident, but after eating the curry he claimed he couldn't feel the pain in his foot anymore.
The incredulous chef popped out of the kitchen to watch us finish it.
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Many years ago far far away
I was with friends and after a few Beers ordered the establishments hottest Curry phew :o
Never again it made my nose Bleed and just for good measure a sore sphincter :-\
a bit older and more wiser vindaloo will do Layne now.
Layne ;D
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Sphincter? Wots a spincter? Oh yes I remember I had one of those once :-[ ::) :o ;D
I had a very good mate and colleague who shared my passion for curry and good ale. Sadly he died of cancer of the Colon (not through curry I may add), but during the years of the progressive stages of bowel removal and radio/chemo therapies he had to avoid curries, until finally they removed the golden rivet and put him on a bag. Wow , did he go for the curries and beer then, and he mangaged to finish his life enjoying his passions once again.
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Here's a quote from the Curry Capital in Newcastle offering the Worlds hotest Curry.
The Curry Hell Challenge, Curry Hell is a normal sized portion of curry made with chilli seeds and chilli powder served with either rice or chips. If you eat the full portion it is free. To give you an idea of how hot the Curry Hell dish is, Vindaloo is like ice cream by comparison.
If you manage to eat the full portion of Curry Hell you will recieve a signed certificate from the management in recognition of your spectacular achievement.
Friendly Warning !! If you become ill due to the consumption or if you find that you are experiencing any problems with your lover(s) then under no circumstances are you entitled to blame the Curry Capital or any member of its staff.
A full portion of Curry Hell costs ?6.95
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If only Curry Capitol was near me i would eat curries for free for ever, yippeeee!!! :o ;D