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Tuesday, September 24 2024

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY

Gretchen and I finally were able to to our accountant's office this afternoon to sign our tax documents. The accountant himself came out and talked with us for a bit about such arcania as "wash fees" triggered by excessive robotic trading of money in one of our accounts. We also talked about the possibility of starting one or more limited-liability corporations to containerize our money and make it less vulnerable to lawsuits, which is more important for landlords than it is for, say graphic designers.

Later this evening Gretchen went to pilates and then had dinner with Kate at Yum Yum, where she expected to be disappointed after all the great Asian food she'd had in Germany. Meanwhile I took a nice hot bath, which the cool weather made seem more appropriate than it would've back in the summer. Later I ate various leftovers, including some pasta with mushrooms, onions, and tofu that I'd made at the cabin. I decided to spice it up with a little ghost pepper, which I thought I stirred in very well. But there was no sticky sauce in the mix, so all the bits were like things in a junk drawer. And, as everyone knows, little things always end up at the bottom of a junk drawer. So the food wasn't particularly spicy until the final mouthful, which, it seemed, included all of the bits of ghost pepper I'd added. My mouth and throat were suddenly thrown into a searing agony so severe that I wondered if I was going to end up in an emergency room. I tried running a continuous stream of water into my mouth, but this did little good. So then I tried holding Chobani-brand oat milk in my mouth. That worked amazingly, completely muting the heat while it was in my mouth. But then I'd swallow it and the heat would come charging back. Not wanting to drink a whole half gallon of Chobani, I prepared a glass of icewater. Sucking on icecubes helped, but weren't as good as Chobani. Fortunately, though, by then the heat had begun to wane, and within a few minutes my mouth was pretty much back to normal. Take this as a cautionary tale: if your food is particulate, chunks of hot pepper can easily accumulate in one location within it no matter how much you mix it.


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