The H Bomb

The habanero chile (Capsicum chinense Jacquin) (sometimes incorrectly spelled “habañero”[1]) is one of the most intensely spicy species of chili peppers of the Capsicum genus. Unripe habaneros are green, and they color as they mature. Common colors are orange and red, but white, brown, and pink are also seen. Typically a ripe habanero is 2–6 centimeters (1–2½ in) long.

That being said, I have a jalapeno fondness. One of my favorite bar snacks is stuffed jalapenos. So, this past weekend, we were up in Rangelely, Maine during a weekend long windchill alert. Saturday evening, our target venue for dinner was The Farmer’s Inn, 1/2 mile down the road from our cabin.

One of the menu items was The H Bomb, basically a jalapeno popper with the much heralded hottest pepper on earth – The Habanero. The pricing was for three, if you ate those three, a fourth one was free. I cautiously ordered one.

The waitress gave me an askance glance of gleeful mirth and smirk, saying without saying, “do you know what you are in for?”. Then shares the story (subtle challenge) about a senior citizen calmly eating his way through four. “One please”, I repeated.

It came on a plate with sour cream, shredded cheese and some kind of a pan fried bread trinket. (Note to self, a picture would tell the thousand words.) The waitress, still sporting the mirthful smirk left me to my alleged promise of imposed suffering. I cut a quarter off, nippled, chewed, without gobbling. The heat was there. Then it happened. My personal side effect

I got the hiccups. Those back of the throat whooping lunges that start low and yelp towards high. I ate my way through the next, next and final quarters, in between suppressing whoops. My eyeballs started sweating and my face was going hot pepper red. After eating and swallowing the last serving, the hiccups faded as soon as they had started.

The waitress was gone the whole time I nibbled, gobbled and chewed, thus missing the hiccup’ing episode. So the story was shared. We all chuckled. And now she has another H Bomb tale to regail with.

The H Bomb – hmmm, I need a recipe.

It’s time to go blow snow.

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