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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
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.
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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)