I Won't Touch You

I made this Korean-style hot sauce. It is so hot that it burns my trousers off. It makes me angry, it's so hot. I am not even going to tell you how to make it, because I don't want you to burn a hole in your esophagus. All I am going to tell you is this: if a recipe calls for a quarter cup of ground hot pepper, the final product will be fire. But it also has sugar in it, and garlic and ginger and onions and other delicious things, so it is good, it's just so freaking hot. I don't know quite what to do with it. Perhaps I should just buck up and use it? Mix it with a hundred gallons of water to dilute it? I actually kind of like to look at it, sitting there in the refrigerator, mocking me, giving me its fiery little attitude. It's in a time-out, there on its shelf. It has broken all the rules.