Indonesian food is supposed to be spicy. The fire-in-your-mouth, I-wish-I-hadn't-eaten-this spicy. I like spicy. I am excited about spicy after living in countries with blander palates. However, so far, I have only experienced food with spices. Perhaps this is on purpose. Just like Mexicans serve gringos a watered down, cheesier version of their cuisine, I think the Indonesians serve bules a spicy-light version of their favorite dishes.
Today, I made a supermarket trip and bought what I thought would be local potato chips (spicy). On earlier trips, I have bought peanuts (spicy) and have been somewhat disappointed. I got home and poured some into a dish and started munching. YOWSERS! My lips are still tingling and I couldn't make it through more than a few without rushing back to the kitchen for a drink. Seriously, these are sweat-on-the-brow spicy goodness. Perhaps this is what Indonesian spicy is when it is unleashed?
I admit that despite the spice level, I've reached into the bag for another taste of Keripik Singkong Karuhun. YOWSERS!
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