I’m only getting to this now because I collapsed at 9pm last night after a frantic weekend at work and an overdose on chili. Chili was lord of the Thai beef salad last night, supported by mint, basil, bean shoots and sizzle beef.
The dish was a winner, but I hadn’t used fresh chili in a while and had forgotten about its powers. Lets just say, we were all reaching for multiple beers while we chowed down. I also managed to wipe essence of chili on my nose and had to perform a nasal lavage of milk.
While I prepared the salad my roomates made sweet nut and fruit slice and we cured our tiredness with wine and beer. This was a particularly enjoyable way to cook, as we wove around each and and worked together. And got tipsy.
I find exhaustion almost invigorates me to cook more, as I want to be able to finally sit down, with a satisfied full belly and say that the day is officially done.