This display of piment rouge at the Forville market brought back some very unpleasant memories of a meal in Manhattan a quarter of a century or so ago. With a couple of friends from work, we had gone to some Asian eatery for lunch, and in the course of the meal, I inadvertently bit down on one of these red hot peppers that clearly shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Talk about pain... It’s not easy to describe the incredible burning sensation, nor how nothing seemed to alleviate it. I remember sticking my tongue into my water glass that contained a zillion ice cubes: nothing doing. The initial pain lasted almost an hour, and a lingering discomfort remained for several days. These things are the devil’s work... I apologize if you expected to read something about these guys.