Spicy Food (and a menu idea)

We ate at Nando’s last night, the South African owned fast-food chain that specializes in grilled chicken. Their peri-peri chicken is marinaded in a sauce made from olive oil, lime juice, garlic, paprika, oregano and chilli. And you get to choose exactly how much chilli your chicken has been soaked in. The highest option is Extra-Hot. Mindful of how sensitive my guts have become to strong spices, I chose the lowest level of chilli. Sitting next to us were a group of lads tucking into their chicken pieces and piling on more extra-hot sauce from a bottle. My mind flashed back to the time before my four cancer operations (during which my guts were hoiked around by an array of surgeons, and from which they’ve yet to properly recover). In those halcyon days I used to be a very adventurous eater. I really looked forward to all the new dishes I could try on my regular cycle trips to far-flung destinations. After riding all day through the backroads of Laos or China, the group would get together for an evening meal in a local restaurant. None of the restaurant staff spoke any English, so plates of strange food would just arrive from the kitchen and be placed before us. The oddest of these was a dish of chicken’s feet, on a trip through the foothills of the Chinese Himalayas. Yes, yellow chicken’s feet stir-fried in a spicy sauce. When the pile of yellow toes arrived, people shook their heads and turned away. I reached forward with my chopsticks and grasped one. “You must be mad,” said the Englishman sitting next to me. I put the chicken’s foot into my mouth and began to chew. All of the group were staring at me, horrified expressions on their faces.

The foot was rather rubbery and didn’t taste very pleasant. But with a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on me, I felt I had to swallow it. The foot went down with a bit of a gulp. Still they kept staring at me. Were they expecting me to keel over foaming at the mouth, or to start flapping and squawking? I put down my chopsticks and smiled. They responded with a round of applause.

I’m still willing to experiment with food, I just have to be careful with what I now try because of how reactive my guts have become. My four boneless chicken thighs soon arrived. They were tiny, barely a mouthful in each. I bit into one. It tasted good, flavoursome and lightly spiced. Then I began to wonder. Did the Chinese Nando’s serve chicken’s feet?