Red swollen lips, a fire in the tummy that would melt even the furthest end of Antarctica, a nose that's constantly peppered with sweat, and a throat that's calling out for help in the meekest fashion yet...

Why do I still suffer all this for the sake of Sichuan cuisine?

Because it's wrong in so many different ways that you know somehow that it's right.

(Posted by anyongfu)

Bordering on personal sadomasochistic torture, I don't think any other cuisine would inflict such burning sensation and leave me wanting more.

I need to catch the next flight out to Chengdu.