Two weeks’ Prilosec progress ruined in half an hour
I turned to my Indian co-worker today and said, I don’t know how your food doesn’t kill you.
I got Indian food for lunch today, and I have no idea why. No, wait, I do—it was cheap. But I know I don’t like it and it just hurts me, but I got it anyway. Ugh. I just don’t even like the palette—it’s all brown and yellow. And blazing, firey red, two hours later. My experience with Indian food is like holding a hammer over my fingers and saying, hm, I wonder if this’ll hurt this time.
June 1st, 2007 09:25
Avoidance learning is a very important part of operant conditioning. But even lowly laboratory mice quickly learn that touching the lever on the left gives them a shock while the one on the right gives them a food pellet. How many more shocks is it going to take you?
And whatever sympathy this post generates for you should be multiplied a hundredfold for your poor wife, who undoubtedly had to contend with some horrific “Dutch Ovens” last night (look it up).
June 1st, 2007 16:59
Some Indian dishes will strip the paint off the Golden Gate bridge. Others are relatively mild. What did you have?
Start with the naan, and work your way up :-).
June 5th, 2007 16:05
Seconding ewhac’s sentiment: Try for the least spicy dishes you can get, and make sure you tell them “as un-spicy as you can make it”. I know it sort of defeats the purpose of Indian food, but at least you’ll be able to eat it.
Of course, different restaurants have different ideas of “spicy”. Janet and I once ordered a dish from an Indian restaurant and told them — as we’d been doing at nearly every restaurant to that point — “make it as spicy as you can”. The dish was so spicy we couldn’t even eat it. I lost feeling in my mouth, and it felt like my esophagus was the chimney to my stomach’s roaring fireplace. We ended up taking it home and mixing it with plain yogurt, which the waiter at the Indian restaurant even recommended. So you could also try that, too… mixing Indian dishes with yogurt. Mango lassis also help soothe a spice-seared tongue.
June 6th, 2007 02:06
Or, ya know, you could quit being a pussy?
June 6th, 2007 07:08
My feeling’s always been that if I really want to have pain with my meal I’ll just jab a fork into my arm.