At the last day of the academic conference in Hamamatsu, I went to Indian restaurant at the underground town of the hotel.

At the restaurant. I asked the waiter to make all dishes super-spicy with saying "I am different from ordinal Japanese".

When the master chief came to me and asking how I like the dishes, I said to him "these are very great, however, if the more they are hotter, the more I can enjoy them".

After that, he put both a cardinal red liquid and a jetty gelled mass to me.

The spices condiments were not only "hot" but "delicious".

I mixed them in curry, added them to spicy chicken, and stuffed them into my mouth.

I could pass the time away, with feeling

"hour of bliss"

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Recently, I think my orientation and preference to spicy-food is going to be excessive.

I sprinkle more than one cup of red chili powder with soba, udon and ramen.

If I find unusual foodstuff including spicy ingredients at the grocery store, I are always purchasing.

(To be continued)