Mike loves spicy food. I am pretty sure it is general knowledge to all you folk how he loves buffalo sauce and all kinds of sauced up chicken wings. I feel like I mention that fact quite regularly. Mike likes to think he can handle most spicy things but, as he ages, his tolerance for heat is getting less and less (even though he won’t admit this to himself).
It all started to go downhill when we were on our honeymoon in Mexico and I was chomping away on a ceviche with little bright orange peppers in it. Yeah, it was spicy. I kind of expected that. I hadn’t given it a second thought. I told Mike that I was pretty sure they were habanero peppers. He trying to be all macho, took one little bitty piece of diced pepper, placed it on his tongue, then chomped into it. His whole face lit up like a stop light and he started to profusely sweat. He tried to play it off when the waitress came over but could not hide the tears streaming down his face. She started to make fun of Mike, patronizing him and saying “Llorando? El Bebe llorando?!” (The baby is crying). Then to make up for it, she offered us a jillion tequila shots, but that is a story for a different time. [Read more…]