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[moedookie]

[yuiyoshida]

1. I tend to like spicy like Sriracha sauce however

I have noticed as I get older, it seems to get only hotter to my taste. My Dad loved spicy foods and continues to eat it with no affect at all. My favorite is the hot and spicy oil found in most west coast Chinese restaurants where they serve Hunan Province style cooking along with schezwan which is fantastic but still very spicy to the taste.

[packman]

2. I remember eating at an upscale Chinese restaurant

where they served some cucumbers in a vinegar pickle sauce that had little red peppers in it. It was a complimentary dish you were to nibble on before your meal was served. Anyway, a loud-mouth guy at an adjoining table was mocking his wife and son who were commenting on how spicy the dish was - so to prove his manliness he popped one of the little red peppers in his mouth and then all hell broke out. He started gagging, chocking and gasping for breath. He stood up and immediately collapsed onto the table and rolled onto the floor. Another man rushed over and started chest pumps and mouth-to-mouth. Eventually a EMR arrived and took him away. I noticed that the restaurant took that complimentary dish off the next time we went there.

[TlalocW]

4. In high school, there was an interchange of students with a school in Puebla, Mexico

Students from there came up to stay with our families, and then we went down to stay with theirs. Two weeks both ways. I was the only guy on the trip. Well, our first group outing of Mexicans and Gringos in Mexico was to Teotihuacan - pre-Aztec pyramids close to Mexico City. However, we went on a crazy day - it was a federal/national holiday, a minor Roman Catholic holiday, and a holiday in the Aztec calendar. It was packed with families having a day out together, performers, and a large cult in white robes whose members would stand on top of the minor pyramids and chant and try to connect to whatever universal energy pyramids are supposed to conduct. Roads were packed, and instead of driving to a nearby restaurant, we walked about a mile to it on dusty roads. When we got there, I wasn't in the mood for anything hot, and being the inexperienced gringo that I was, I only had had red salsa before. All the Mexican girls were dipping their bread in a green sauce and eating it like it was nothing. So, as I dipped my bread in it and popped it in my mouth. While the last vestige of a combined foodism/culturalism/sexism burned away with my tastebuds as I drained my Dr Pepper, frantically motioning the waiter for another one, I realized I would never assume anything about Mexicans, women, Mexican women, and unfamiliar food again.

When I went back in college though, I had branched out, but still slowly acclimated to the salsa verde to the point that I was putting several spoonfuls on my morning tortillas every day.

Now I'm 45 and still love hot food, but so much of it now is like a dare. There's heat but no flavor. Firehouse Subs has a rack of sauces you can put into plastic cups like you would ketchup at McDonalds, and they have stickers on them rating them from 1 to 10 on spiciness. I've tried the 10s and gotten a sweat going, but my favorites are the fruit-based ones from a local Kansas City salsa maker called, "Original Juan," that clock in at a 4 but have flavor.

TlalocW