We tend to keep the sauces (they always give you way too much sauce when you order a takeaway!). We then freeze it so we can use it ourselves another time. It’s lead to some “interesting” times around the table when we’ve mistakenly whipped the Phal out of the freezer instead of a madras 😆
I don’t think i’ve ever braved one while sober. Was a semi-regular thing as a student after a night out – we always kept a toilet roll in the fridge for the morning after a Phal – If you think getting them down the top end is painful just wait till they come out the other end!
I’ve only eaten one once, it was very hot going down. I made the mistake of drinking to much afterwards and ended up puking it back up. Having a phal being pressurised back through the nasal membranes is not an experience I ever want to repeat.
I once ate a phaal that the (80yr old) chef said was the hottest curry he had ever seen prepared, and just dipping the little finger in for a taste had all my friends running for the nearest tap.
It was ludicrously hot.
The Dorset Nagas I have in my freezer on the other hand will completely change your perception of how hot a “food” can be.
The last chap who ate a whole one turned blue and an ambulance was nearly called as he had difficulty breathing.
I won’t be eating one again in a hurry. Unless money is involved. 😀
We used one hazelnut sized naga in a big pot of chili and it was pretty much inedible to most people.
I’ll grow some more this year but only for dastardly shenanigans.
Ooohh naga pakoras are a good one to hand out to unsuspecting mates…..
Poor old Jonah was discovered in the garden on his back with the outside tap running into his mouth!
Is that the tale of the office toilet, and trouser round ankle’s, and ending up on the floor and somehow manage to pebble dash the next cubicle….. ? or did i see that on LFGSS
Epic tales on that theme on LFGSS, thread about selling a FOFFA bike turned into pages of crap. Won’t link as some where graphic and a bit rude for here.
Burn baby, burn, disco inferno….will it melt a plastic toilet seat ?
Well, the warm midriff glow is cooling down now. But, that’s still the only reaction I’ve had. No vile smelling gas, no sudden urge to do a poo, no acid reflux.
Nothing.
I have a horrible feeling my body is deliberately waiting for tomorrow’s meeting to reveal to the audience what I had for dinner the previous day.
I am (as you know) a wuss in all things spicy but my mate Rob is not.
Even he commented after one spectacularly spicy meal that the burning urine was a surprise the next morning. Enjoy the meeting 🙂
friend of mine was bet £300 he couldn’t eat a phal by itself with a spoon and nothing else, the kitchen staff came out to watch but he managed it, he then went to a drum n bass night at the fridge and spent the night in a squalid bog with fiery ring death. he hasn’t done it again but he got a cheque for £300.