When I spend more time wiping my dripping nose and eyes, it is a sign I have gone too far. Not to mention, if it hurts going down, it's gonna hurt comin' out.
I met a lady who grew up in Trinidad and Tobago when I was young, and she was spooning this homemade 'relish' on saltine crackers, like I would spoon ante pasto. She offered me some, so I took her up on it. I dug in with the spoon, and luckily she stopped me. She more or less dipped the very corner of a cracker, so that is was barely moist from the relish. That alone burnt the hide off of my tongue so that my tastebuds were shot for the next two days.
At the Red Devil I was also beaten up badly by a sauce called 'Spank my a$$ and call me Sally.'
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