I finally had some Pho today. FOR BREAKFAST. Man did I underestimate my taste buds. I can handle the spices in the U.S. from Thai food to chicken wings (when I feel like it anyway.) We stopped at my dad's best friends, daughters, restaurant today and ordered the soupy goodness with translucent noodles, beef, oxtail, and lots of bean sprouts. Just like at home I start adding my lime juice, a little bit of pepper, little bit of soy sauce, some chili sauce... then there is this jar.. I'll just call it:
THE JAR OF HELL. (I completely forgot to take a picture. Mental note.)
It had this nice dark red color with little chili seeds (I don't even know what kind of pepper it was) and membranes and guts of the chili in it. From a distance it looks black with a jelly consistency. Of course I helped my self a couple heaping spoonfuls. Thinking oh this will be delicious. It looks like spicy hoisin sauce. (I have a love affair with hoisin,) not even thinking that maybe... just maybe.. I should've tasted it first before putting all these sauces in there.
Sunny who practiced a similar procedure with his food... 10 minutes later... he's sweating bullets. I already ate what I could and traded my dish for my moms non-spicy rice, pork, and veggies with a side of iced coffee AND tea for my devastated buds.
My parents decided to tell us that we only need a tip of spoonl of that sauce (since it's concentrated as all hell.) after we ate. Laughing at us. Them bastards did it on purpose.
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