Sliced chicken breasts, coconut milk, noodles, lemongrass stalks, garlic, red onions, green bells, serranos, poblanos, habaneros, jalapenos, chilis, thai chilis, cilantro, lemon or lime, salt, Oriental hot sauce. You will cry. From the heat. And when it's gone.
My top dishes - Kung Pao Chicken (chili pepper-peanut combination is the Secret of the gods), Chicken Caesar Salad, Steak and Mashed Potatoes, Bacon and Eggs (picante sauce), The #1 Combo at any Tex-Mex restaurant in Austin, and Seafood Pasta (not just shrimp but the inveterate invertebrates - oysters, clams, muscles, squid, octopi, the ones that slip out of your mouth and land in the wine glass of the woman in front of you).
Salt/Spicy > Sugar/Sweet. Tortilla chips, guacamole, and beer is hard to beat.
And now Dave Eggers:
What about dignity?
You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? It's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it.
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