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Man this looks delicious. Excellent!
I cooked up some shit tonight, but I forgot to take a picture because of the drugs. Fortunately, there's a nice story to tell in lieu of a pic.
I live with my elderly dad and his girlfriend (she's my age - he's a real player/lady's champ and gets a lot more action than I do), and since they were both working today (and I wasn't - still on that unemployment for a few more days), I cooked a nice dinner for everyone. It was a vegan stir fry over white rice. Some of the more noteworthy ingredients, in addition to the myriad vegetables and nuts, were oyster sauce (real oyster sauce not that fake shit), smoked paprika (my thread), parsley, a whole lemon worth of freshly squeezed juice, chili garlic paste, a special extra spicy paste from an annual Vietnamese festival I attend (not Vietnamese but I need that paste), and scorpion pepper sauce. Despite how that sounds, it wasn't very spicy, at least in my opinion (my dad and his girlfriend have been gaining a tolerance to spiciness, mostly thanks to me, and they thought it was too hot, but there's a twist that explains why, which is that they ate it with some other equally spicy food).
Here's where things get interesting. My dad's girlfriend arrives first, only to ask if I told my dad that I was cooking (nope lol too fucked up), and as it turns out, he arrives not long after with a bunch of Chinese food from the place a town away (I live in a small town in the countryside, and while there are multiple Chinese places within an hour's drive from here, this one is only 15 minutes, and has the best atmosphere and staff, and is really good and diverse [sushi, curry, Hunanese, Malaysian, etc.]). However, the food that we got isn't the usual fare that you would get if you went to this place. You see, the owners are Indonesian, a whole family of them, and they all love/pride themselves on spicy food. As I discovered a while back, they regularly send somebody into Boston to get extra spicy peppers for the restaurant, which they do not serve to customers, but instead just eat during staff meals.
More context again: a month or so ago, I went in, and asked for fresh hot peppers, which they were out of, but they explained the routine trips to Boston. Anyway I promised the cute Asian waitress that I'd bring in some of that .357 sauce (thread) since it's really spicy, and she told me she'd try and get a new shipment of peppers. As it happened, I went in again the next day (my financial priorities are skewed towards food, even on unemployment), and she had the hot peppers. I got some Singapore Style Rice Noodles (if you like Lo Mein or Pad Thai, try Singapore Rice Noodles/Mai Fun and you'll find a new favorite asian pasta dish), and they loaded me up with 4 hot peppers in the dish. It wasn't really that spicy though (the peppers were Thai Chilies), so I added some of the .357 sauce that I brought. After that I enjoyed a pleasant sweat while I finished my meal along with a few pieces of nigiri (raw fish sushi with rice under each piece).
The waitress was impressed, and the owner came out to meet me, with a few fresh chilies from the chef for me to take home. The owner really liked me I guess, because when my dad ordered food today, the owner asked, "Is this order for your son, anon?" My dad said yeah, and so they added a ton of hot chilies to the shit he ordered, so we ended up eating my stuff and their stuff. It was a really nice meal, and it's nice to know that people at a restaurant care about me. I hope you're all enjoying some good drinks, drugs, and most importantly, food, tonight /nom/. My close friend and culinary mentor cooked a vegan stuffed chinese eggplant the other day which I got some pics of. I'll post them for you all soon.