Earlier today, I was making chickpea curry, since I like curry and had some beans leftover that needed to be used before they got all nasty. So I mixed the chickpeas with spices, a jar of tomatoes, and stuff like that, including some dried chipotle peppers I decided to cut up and crush up. The curry tastes amazing, with that just-right amount of subtle spice. Spicy or hot things, as you might have guessed, would be considered a fiery substance, and in the old theory of humours, this is called a choleric food (choler = yellow bile = humour of Fire).
Well, being the forgetful idiot that I am, I didn’t wash my hands before adjusting myself in my pants. Thus ensued a period of intense pain on my wang, which, after thinking about it briefly with friends on the Internet, could be alleviated by another foodstuff I have in my fridge. Saith I from my conversation: “I’m about to go slather my cock in yoghurt.”
Well, yoghurt is a dairy product, and milk is considered a phlegmatic substance (phlegm = humour of Water). Fire and water counteract and are of opposing natures, so I gave it a shot. Despite it being one of the most awkward experiences of my life, cold yoghurt worked to remove the burnening.
Clearly, I have learned a valuable lesson: use strained or Greek-style yoghurt for a smoother texture.