I took my first spoonful and was greeted with the sweet, umami goodness of garlic and soy. Lemongrass, basil, coconut sugar and paprika joined in to tango together on my tongue. As I chewed and swallowed, the initial symphony of flavours gradually faded out under the shadow of a slow, creeping burn. My lips stung, my tongue despaired and my monkey brain panicked. My first thought was the distressing notion of having to throw my dinner away into the grass, where it would ultimately be lapped up by the unsuspecting cows. Appalled at the notion of exploding my new four-legged neighbours, I hesitantly took another spoonful. As I did, I discovered that each new mouthful shrouded the spiciness in a fire-blanket of sweet, flavoursome relief… for about seven seconds, before the heat took over again. The first plan my brain came up with was to shovel the whole pan-full into my mouth as fast as I could in an attempt to avoid the sting of spice.