[CH] After this - I need a piece of the BREAD
YODA (yoda@clark.net)
Tue, 6 Jan 1998 08:29:13 -0500 (EST)
I need to get a piece of Jim's bread. Any of you MD and DC CH's
have a small morsel to share?
I have made a hab bread, infact I made one with habs, dried tomatoes,
garlic and basil. Good bread, very hot, maybe extremely hot, but it was
not a religious experience. Or maybe it is me. Maybe because I have been
nurturing the false "gods" of the Datil and 'prick ki nu' which grow well
in my cold frame, where as the Hab doesn't.
Jim does have good peppers though, I did a stir fry of pork loin
onions and frying peppers liberaly flavored with Jim's "Apple
smoked hab powder" wonderfully hot and flavorful this past Sunday
evening.
>
> For about one second.
>
> I recognized another flavor behind the wholesome wheat and molasses of the
> bread. I knew this flavor, but there was something unfamiliar about it. It
> was very fruity... and yet there didn't seem to be any fruit in the bread.
> Perhaps that's what it was... a familiar flavor that tasted different
> because there was much more of it than I usually tasted.
>
> St. Paul walking along the road, Moses staring into the burning bush,
> Gautama sitting beneath the sacred Bo tree, Newton under his apple tree...
> any of them would have smiled and nodded at the flash of insight I
> experienced when I realized what that flavor was.
>
> I knew that taste, alright. It was exactly the same as the ethereal trace
> of sweetness that hovered over the most incredibly hot foods I had ever
> eaten. But this was not a trace. It was a full mouthful of flavor.
>
> It signified a truly humongous dose of pure essence of habanero.
>
> I'm certain that when Buddha recognized that all was one, he was
> simultaneously able to fully comprehend and assimilate all the suffering of
> the world. Likewise, my recognition of that habanero flavor was accompanied
> by a complete understanding of what was about to happen to my corporeal
> self.
>
> I was about to become enlightened.
>
> For a brief moment, a healthy and natural cowardice wanted to cry out, "I'm
> not worthy!", but the perfect inevitability of the force that carried me
> like a tsunami of bliss/pain/transfiguration stifled my voice.
>
> Or maybe it was just that I hadn't thought to breathe.
>
> Fifteen minutes later, my head soaked with penitential sweat, my pulse
> slowing to measurable levels, my conversion complete, I realized that --
> yes -- the trappings of our rituals are indeed mundane, even tawdry. But if
> one, properly prepared, peeks behind the tacky vestments and brassy
> thingamabobs, one finds there revealled a brilliant ineffable something --
> something that is hidden to those who are just smart enough to see the
> shallow gleam of brass.
>
> Gary Allen, neophyte and former Unbeliever
>
>
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