Last year I didn’t go to the Chilli Festival; I was busy spending time with Carolyn, and didn’t mind missing out on a few chillies at all. This year I cheated, and Carolyn and I went to the Chilli Festival together.

While there wasn’t any chilli ice cream (boo!), or chilli chocolate (hiss!), there was plenty of chilli to be tasted (yay!). I discovered a rather tasty, but hot mango chilli salsa, but apparently I shouldn’t have asked Carolyn to taste it. It might have been just a little too hot.

Revenge was exacted in my lunch today, and I expect my tongue will regain normal sensation sometime next week.