This topic was contributed by John, along with some other excellent ideas to come later. Thanks, John!
Melvin woke at four, sank his teeth into a steak – breakfast for men – assumed his long day of work; he took a break for a steak lunch – lunch for men – and continued to round up the cattle, whom he had names for; he finished the day with a light tomato salad – tomato, scallions, parsley, thyme, grapefruit – and went to sleep contented that he knew what he was doing.
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In the back of the 747 as we were approaching Kennedy a wild-eyed Pakistani kid in the aisle seat next to me rose and pulled a crinkled paper bag out from the overhead compartment above us, which he nervously slipped off to reveal yet another paper bag, and then another and another, working through paper bag after paper bag like a Russian nesting doll, progressively filling the entire tail section with an ever stronger noxious odor that started to make my eyes water and burn, until finally he uncovered a mason jar bound in cheese cloth, at which point, sensing my alarm, he explained that he had just won the world’s hottest chili pepper contest in Austin Texas, where he was from, with a home grown bhut jolokia pepper carefully cultivated in his bathroom shower for six months because he didn’t have a greenhouse and because it was the only hot, moist place in his house with a window which didn’t face in the direction of a particular neighbor who the year before had called the FBI claiming there was a terrorist up the street manufacturing nerve gas; and then twisting the top off the jar and releasing an odor so strong it seared my sinuses, he politely asked if I wanted to taste one.
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