"They're only jalapeños"
 

I was canning pickled jalapeños bare handed this afternoon.

MrsWD said, "You ought to be wearing gloves yanno."
Ha! I'm a manly man. So I told her, "They're only jalapeños!"

So long story short, as I soon discovered, I'll be wearing gloves when I use the restroom for the next few days. :o:o

I was once eating salted hot Jalapeno peanuts in the shell.
Had an itch around my eye and decided to use my finger.

Never have one of my eyes burn so badly.

Took 5 minutes of rinsing it out before I could use it.

One of the first lessons I learned as a young inexperienced natural product (essential oils) chemist was to make sure I THOROUGHLY washed my hands before having a wee.

You just never know how hot a jalapeno is going to be. I went to a Mexican restaurant with a bunch of coworkers once. The place brought out a tray with a bunch of stuff including sliced pickled and fresh Jalapenos. Several guys started moaning about how hot the Jalapenos were. I was curious, so I grabbed one, and tried a tiny bit, then a bit more and eventually popped the whole thing in my mouth. Nothing, it may as well have been a banana pepper. One of the guys didn't believe me, so I grabbed another slice that looked like the previous slide and popped it in my mouth. Holy Guacamole! That one was hot, reallly hot, damn HOT! My mouth burned for a long time. When the food finally arrived, just putting the warm food in my mouth was still almost too much. I don't think I tasted any of the meal.

I was also surprised years ago, crushing and peeling garlic in a kitchen in Spain (so A LOT of garlic) that by the time I was done, my fingers were on fire.

My curiosity is piqued. What did you do with essential oils?

I was a gas chromatography tech doing incoming analysis on the oils. The company used them in a range of products from flavoring to air fresheners. Later on, after I gained some proficiency I got into development support. There I did analyses supporting our focus groups research. My first big project was to take a peppermint essential oil and assay a series of oils each with a reduced number of components in order to to create one that tasted the same but was much cheaper to produce.

flatbutt you have an important job IMO.
The ex had bought one of those sticks/jar which hangs on the wall which I kept because it looked pretty. It was there for over a decade. Something happened with the oxidation of the oils and they turned pretty nasty over time. I was wondering about the pets and myself being sick, took a wiff, gagged, and into the round file it went.
Not something I'd normally think about.

Very cool, thanks.

One day a guy where I worked brought a bottle of ghost pepper sauce and left it on the lunch room table. Another guy comes, sits down, picks up the bottle to look at the label, sets it down then touches the corner of his eye.
It was on then! The tears, the snot, the purple face the cries of pain... he had to be taken to the nurse to get flushed out.

If you gots a poison oak rash.....never touch or scratch your winky....

It just isn't your eyes. In the '60s I was making a round of clubs in Tujuana with a couple of other guys. On the way back to the border, we stopped at a hole-in-the-wall torta shop where I ate two tortas (25 cents each). The guy also set a small bowl of jalapenos down with each torta, which I ate all of. The next morning when I went, bleery eyed, into the bathroom and sat down, I let out a healthy moan of pain.

I've always liked Jalapeños But Wasabi mustard? ... "Fumes out the nose WOW" :(

LOL! Dont rub your eyes cholo!:D

Didnt wash my hands once thoroughly after handling some jalepenos.

Put in my contacts.

The problem there beyond the obvious is your eyes will instinctively clamp shut tighter than a crabs ass making removing offending objects near impossible.

That was a fun day.

Jalapenos dont typically bother me. sure, i rub my eyes and there's that moment where i regret it. but it passes.

i dont wear gloves.

north of that, yes. well, north of a serrano pepper. i am fairly tolerant. gloves are a PIA

When I was a puppy and under age 35, I could handle hat spicy foods just fine. My mom's chili won the blue ribbon and gold medal for the best chili at the Oklahoma State fair. It was free of any beans, and just stirring the pot would make me sweat. As a kid, I loved it, as a geezer (over 35) I had to have a bottle of Maalox after a bowl of he chili. Now I am a total wimp, and just don't like the pain and suffering hot foods provide.

One of my former coworkers was nuts for hot foods. One of his favorite snacks was a Tabasco sandwich. He would get a piece of bread, and saturate it with Tabasco, and use two other pieces of bread to hold it to eat it. He bought Tabasco by the gallon jug.

err.. you wouldnt have that chili recipe written down anywhere would you?!

i remember my first jalapeno. like it was yesterday. 4th grade. my buddy Oscar. he would bring a sandwich or burrito in a lunch box. everyday he had a jalapeno. he would break a package of salt. the tiny package you break open. pour out a pile, and bite the end off a fresh pepper and dip the exposed end into the salt. and eat. i was blown away and he brought me one the next day. with my own salt pack. it was so effen hot!! but i loved it. his mom was so surprised with me. tiny chinese kid with a hot streak food love. i was hooked.

(craziest thing about Oscar. he could hold his hands together behind his back, and then bring his hands in front of him by swinging them over his head..without releasing his hand grip. in handcuffs he could bring his hands in front of himself in an instant)

I was thinking the same thing. I'm always up for another chili recipe.

This reminded me of the Youtube series "Hot Ones" where they eat hot wings with different sauces. The one with Gordon Ramsay is good along with the Will Ferrell episode....

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When I was in 1st grade, my family lived on Okinawa. The Korean family that lived next door had a pepper plant in their garden with little bitty peppers. My older brothers dared me to eat one. I have not forgiven them for that yet over 60 years later.