The kochi (or kochchi) chili (or chilli)
This chili is demon spawn. The minute it’s cut open you can feel the heat from a distance. Get closer and the smell alone inspires fear. The girl put two in the salad. I took one out to take a picture and she added that one as well. All of my pores opened and I started leaking tears and sweat. And capsicum isn’t water soluble. Applied some yoghurt like lip balm but it’s only temporary. What the fuck is this chili. It’s not right.
The dreaded kochi. Green chilis are a vegetable in comparison. I would rather eat a green chili whole than lick a kochi. If you add green chili to a dish and it’s too spicy, you can just not eat the green chili. Kochis are not like that. Their heat permeates everything, the vegetables, the rice, the air. Motherfucking tomatos become murderous. About ten minutes later you actually feel cool and great, but one can get the same purging experience after consuming Ayahuasca and puking from the eyes. It’s not necessarily something you want to do at lunch.
And yet, they put kochi chilis in the gotu kola at lunch. I’m left wiping my newspaper and crying. Demon chili. Hurts so good. It’s actually a good taste. But then the burning. At dinner I tried to wipe the sweat from my brow and got chili in my eye. It’s just other dimensions of pain. The kochi chili. Demon spawn. And we have like seven more.