No, Father Christmas, I expect you to DIE
Please enjoy Stoaty’s Chococaffochili Surprise!
Make coffee. Pour it over 2 tablespoons of ground up milk chocolate (or dark chocolate. A good quality candy bar will do. But no nuts or raisins). Add cinnamon, nutmeg and a few flakes of dried chili pepper. Yes, really. Whisk until the chocolate dissolves and the liquid froths a little. Add a glop of heavy cream.
The chili doesn’t add flavor so much as a slightly perceptible sting. It’s…weaselicious!
I got the idea from some pretentious, hoity-toity flaked hot chocolate I bought in England. The Aztecs supposedly did it. Or the Olmecs. Or the Toltecs. Or whichever ancient Mexicans invented chocolate, hot peppers and ripping still-beating hearts out of the chests of prisoners of war. Mmmm-mmm!
Posted: September 6th, 2007 under food, personal.
Comments: 14
Comments
Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 7, 2007, 8:07 am
Is that a chocolate Gandalf?
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 7, 2007, 8:25 am
Naw, it’s Dirty Ralph, the wino from the bus station. In chocolate.
Comment from winston
Time: September 7, 2007, 8:42 am
The chili pepper is a good idea. I’ve used tabasco, only a drop or two, in quite a few things and it really seems to “brighten” up the flavor. Of course my palate is as well developed as a McDonald’s fan so I may not be the best judge.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 7, 2007, 8:56 am
Meh. I had a flat on the way to work this morning. Four new tires for a car I’m going to have to turn in February at, no doubt, a heavy loss.
Anybody want a used Miata that smells of weasel?
Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 7, 2007, 9:03 am
Dirty Ralph? He doesn’t have a bro that lives in New bedford, does he?
Flat tyres suck. Well, they hiss for a while, anyway.
Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: September 7, 2007, 9:55 am
Yeah, they used to consume coco in conjunction with chili before they used it conjunction with sugar, as I recall. Doesn’t make it right though. They used to sacrifice humans to their gods too.
Anyway, keep your fancy-pants drink. Make mine a hot, black, unsweetened, viscous cup of coffee.
By the way, has any of you ever tried mate de coca? I heard it was as stimulating as a strong cup of coffee.
Comment from Dawn
Time: September 7, 2007, 10:26 am
Coffee….meh. Cold coffee…even more meh. If it’s cold it’s gonna be tea and it’s gotta have lots and lots of sugar.
Comment from Dawn
Time: September 7, 2007, 10:28 am
Forgive my retard moment. I was reading chili as chill. I don’t know how my brain mixed that up. It’s early on this side of the world.
Comment from Cuffy Meigs
Time: September 7, 2007, 11:00 am
Did you come up with this recipe shortly after “disposing” of the ivory hash pipe?
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 7, 2007, 11:06 am
The two are not related in any way.
O fortunate Weasel! The last year I used that pipe was the year I was night manager of a very pretentious pizza establishment. We were known for the sheer quantity of stuff we could fit onto a deep-dish pie.
Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: September 7, 2007, 11:17 am
Heh, a stoner working in a pizza restaurant – priceless.
Comment from porknbean
Time: September 7, 2007, 3:44 pm
Hey, you must have been the guy, who gave me the ‘extra’ cheese when I ordered extra cheese in my deep dish pie way back in the day. It was like cheese soup, there was so much cheese.
I thank you.
Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: September 7, 2007, 4:58 pm
Hey, Cuffy?
That Cowboy Leg menu stuff is weird. I like it.
http://www.rahoi.com/2006/03/may-i-take-your-order/
I mean:
1312 Wood Flower Picks Sea Cucumber Hoof
…sounds delicious. But only if I can top it off with:
1327 Hot Fragrant Spring Onion Sauce Explodescow Son
…After all, a day isn’t complete until you Explodescow Son.
Comment from Cuffy Meigs
Time: September 7, 2007, 10:35 pm
yeah, I liked “black bowel and cowboy leg? Add candlelight and you have yourself a date.”
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