Mmmmmmmm....yum. Just got a shout from the ol' geezer, to tell me that he has just finished roasting a chicken, come get some when your ready.
My mom has a tiny appetite these days, so she gets a small serving, my old man and my mom share most of a breast between them and leave me the entire remainder of the chicken to myself.
I prefer it cold though, drowned in a mixture of tabasco sauce and the other tabasco, the extra hot habanero version. Y'know, chillies actually provide quite a lot of pain relief. Of a short-medium duration, but on top of my daily oxycontin it actually allows me almost complete freedom from all but my neuropathic pain, sometimes even dulling that. I NEVER get a pain-free hour on just my oxy, unless I just cooked some up for injection, not one.
I am really looking forward to the meal I am going to cook next:
A chilli con carne, made with lean steak mince, kidney beans, chickpeas, flavoured with my special gravy, which is made as follows:
A few teaspoons of fly agaric per pan of chilli, (this is a poisonous mushroom if incorrectly prepared, or if used raw, but when heat-cured/slow-dried in the oven over the lowest possible flame setting, they can be used both medicinally, as a sedative, adaptogen, anti-anxiety agent, or a kinda paradoxical stimulant, in that it boosts endurance to phenomenal levels, revivifies, whilst having no classical stimulant properties like for instance, amphetamine, caffeine, methylphenidate, cocaine etc. Instead of working on monoaminergic neurotransmission it works as an orthosteric GABAa agonist {a direct agonist, I.e at the same binding site as GABA itself}
Also useful as a fly killer, as I have posted once here before, by boiling in milk, leaving out in a bowl, whence thereon, flies are attracted to it, feed, then are poisoned by the traces of the muscarinic acetylcholine receptor agonist muscarine, fall into the milk, and if the muscarine doesn't exterminate the little bastards, they then drown in the milk. A merciful way of death compared to fly paper, fly spray etc thanks to the fly agaric also being a potent inebriant.)
Amanita muscaria, when prepared thus, lends a very meaty taste, what the japanese term 'umami', the fifth basic taste, thanks to the traces of ibotenic acid that survive the curing process (ibotenic acid exists in the fresh, raw mushroom, and is decarboxylated, loosing CO2 to the psychotropic muscimol on heating), ibotenate is a glutamate receptor agonist, toxic, but the tiny traces that survive curing are harmless to man...although not to those pestilent little blowfly bastards
, and the umami taste's sensory transmission modality is via glutamatergic synapses in the responsible tastebuds.
A handful of rehydrated dried morels, or if one is a real lucky bastard, fresh ones.
Salt and pepper-lots and lots of black pepper, both some powdered pepper, and cracked black peppercorns. Throw in some chillis, the kind you use of course according to taste and heat tolerance, personally I favour a couple of fresh, moderately hot chillies, seeds removed, and some rehydrated dried smoked habaneros. This will make it a very hot chilli though, so be warned if attempting this recipe for the first time If you are one of those that likes either just a little warmth or likes stews without heat, don't do this one, it will make you too uncomfortable to enjoy it. Its not an endurance contest, its about creating a delicious meal that will leave you stuffed to the gills, with a smile on your face, and a gentle chilli/fly agaric relaxing buzz, glowing warmly inside.
Other spices-3-4 bay leaves, yes, at the last minute, add a litt.e concentrated tincture of Melissa. I confess; pig, slap the cuffs on, beat be senseless with your baton as soon as your filthy trotters can push me into an area not covered by CCTV, drag me into a meatwagon, by the bad knee and force me into medication WD I plead 'guilty as hell your honor, red handed, I am a chronic lemon balm addict, I plead guilty to possession of large quantities of Melissa officianalis with intent to supply. I've been supplying hundreds and hundreds of bees. Lock me up and throw away the key
