A friend gave me some ghost peppers. These are the hottest of the hot. He couldn't eat them, which was good enough recomendation for me. I sliced the tip off one and popped it into my mouth. At first I was disappointed; it smelled and tasted just like a green bell pepper. My disapointment was short-lived. Within seconds I felt like my head was on fire. I was salivating like I had rabies. I couldn't see. I was sweating profusely. My face was bright red. The pain was nothing short of Infernal. I drank most of a two-liter of Diet Coke in one sitting. I brushed my tongue with Sensodyne toothpaste. That did not help. Following that up with Listerine was a BIG mistake. I'd heard that certain organic compounds in dairy products counteract the effects of such incendiary edibles. The closest thing I had was a just-opened bottle of ranch dressing in my refrigerator. It actually did the trick, although, two hours later, I still can't taste anything. Ghost peppers were not put here for human consumption. I can't imagine what the first person to pop one into his--I'm sure it was a man--mouth was thinking. One should be required to obtain a permit, similar to those for automatic firearms and high explosives, to possess these things. These are going to make one fine batch of chili.
Monk