Those were the words the Mexican lady behind the counter told my friend G about his order of hot wings. He had eaten them once before, just the day before at some restaurant event, and they were tasty, but not hot. He swapped cash for two boxes of wings, and brought them over to my mom's for the Texas - Texas Tech game.
During the game, a bunch of us chowed down on pizza and those hot wings (or should I call them spicy wings?). We quickly found out what "a little spicy" meant. G sweated from the muy caliente wings (that translates to "very spicy"). Later that night, G suffered from horrible stomach pains that left him lying awake in bed. G's wife complained that they were too hot for her. My mom had to wash the sauce off one wing under the sink to eat it.
As for me, the wings almost crept up to a medium. Not bad.
I love having a cast-iron stomach. I've eaten raw chile pequines, which was the most painful experience my mouth has ever faced, and I still wanted more. I've also passed the Buffalo Wild Wing's Blazin' Challenge (12 of their hottest wings, 6 minutes, no other food or water). I still find some jalapenos very hot, but I've learned to "shift gears" where I think that level of heat is normal. Weird, huh?
So, what's something that nobody should ask your opinion about?
Comments (3)
Pain is so psychological. And the funny thing is, many of our reactions to pain (like cringing) don't actually do anything to help. So, might as well eat the hot stuff and pretend like it doesn't phase you at all--it impresses more people.
Ahhhh! I'm with your mom on this one!