Friday, June 8, 2007
Intense images of deep paprika, burnt orange, and shimmering gold intermingled with olive and mocha skin tones coalesce while the scent of curry wafts through the air. These are the swirling images my mind conjures when embracing the meaning of spicy. Spicy isn't a slutty behind doors affair. Spicy is passion in it's most classic sense of the word. The Paso Doble or Rumba as opposed to disco. Garam Masala rather than barbecue. Spicy has an air of elitism that is lacking in just plain jalapeno hot. Layers of tradition, flavor, and love lend sophistication to spicy that keeps it from merely existing as an all-out sensory attack.