• southsamurai@sh.itjust.works
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    8 hours ago

    I tell the story fairly often, but not sure I have on lemmy.

    Back in the day, my dad and mom would take me and my sister out for dinner maybe once or twice a month. It was usually a rotation of their and/or our favorite places. There was a dine-in only chinese place, a pizza hut, a steak house, all the usual kind of stuff you’d find in the eighties in small and medium sized towns.

    But, one day, they decided to go to a newly built place. It wasn’t any distinctive “cuisine” at all. They did all kinds of stuff. Pizzas, burgers, diner food, “family style” dishes like meatloaf, etc.

    But for whatever reason, one of their sandwiches was intriguingly named “the cannonball”.

    It was basically similar to subway’s Italian sub. But it featured a thick layer of melty cheese and jalapenos.

    I had never had jalapenos before. Now, I know that by the usual pepper fan standards, jalapenos are a starter level of heat. But for a ten-ish year old kid, those suckers are brutal.

    But that’s the sandwich I decided I wanted. My mom and dad tried telling me it was going to be really hot. The waitress tried to talk me out of it because it was piled with jalapeno rings, with the seeds intact. My dad even said that if I couldn’t handle it, tough crap, I wouldn’t be getting anything else.

    And yeah, all that made me both more curious and more stubborn. There was no way I wasn’t ordering it.

    So it gets to the table, and I dig in. Tried one of the peppers by itself, and wasn’t bothered much. But as the meal progressed, I discovered that capsaicin builds over time.

    I start getting red. Enough so that my parents and sister stop eating and just watch me. The waitress keeps finding excuses to see how the silly kid is handling it.

    I start sweating, it’s dripping off my ears.

    And around then, the high hits. Anyone that enjoys super spicy foods knows what that means. The endorphins are kicking in. I’m feeling all light and drifty, my mouth is on fire, but it’s delightful. I’m just grooving on the feeling, and the sandwich was yummy as well, so I’m sitting there just going at it, making happy sounds.

    My mom thought I was faking so that I didn’t look like I’d made a bad choice, offers to order me something else. I get annoyed with that and told her no in a very forceful way.

    But I sit there and finish every damn bite. I’m glowing, and blissful and have that full belly happiness as well.

    I asked if we could come back tomorrow.

    They had no idea what they had unleashed lol. I was never one of those folks that chases the hottest peppers or whatever, but I very much enjoyed spice after that, and would put cayenne or whatever we had into anything I cooked (which was mostly stuff like ramen at that age). For a long time, we kept a jar of jalapenos in the fridge, and my maternal grandparents kept some for me too.

    Hot sausages as well! Gods, those things with that mouth watering vinegar bite and the spicy kick make me salivate still, and my guts stopped tolerating the peppers years ago.

    I still love the experience of capsaicin heavy foods, but I can’t tolerate them any more.

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      6 hours ago

      I start sweating, it’s dripping off my ears.

      Laughing my ass off at this point!

      Went out with my architect buddy, Buffalo Wild Wings! Ordered the hottest and second hottest, crying with joy.

      He was visibly appalled. “Why would anyone do that to themselves?!”

      High as fuck the rest on the night. Love.

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        3 hours ago

        Lmao!

        My eighteenth birthday, two of my friends dragged me to Hooters. Three mile Island wings. Had a contest to see who would tap out first. It wasn’t even a close one lol.

        And I was very pepper high. I was a shy kid, but I was flirting with this waitress like crazy, just having a great time while my one friend was sitting there trying not to throw up, and the other had this rictus of a grin plastered on his face, dripping sweat, trying to finish just one more wing.

        It isn’t for everyone, but gods is it an intense experience. I keep being dumb and trying tricks to make my innards handle it. It keeps not working, but I really miss being able to just burn like that

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    9 hours ago

    As a half Mexican, I remember the days when I used to think that my culture’s food was spicy. But these days jalapeños and serranos might as well be bell peppers, compared the dishes I’ve tried over the years. Mexicans don’t know what spice is.

  • I come across this post right after I ordered a spicy curry I’m gonna really enjoy lol

    fun fact, birds don’t have the spice receptors so they’re unaffected, chillis are spicy to deter mammals from eating them. birds help to spread their seeds

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    17 hours ago

    What agony tastes like. Every nerve in my entire mouth, screaming. The room, spinning. The air, ringing. Can’t think. Can’t move. Every beat of my heart shooting pain as the nerves re-stimulate. Sometimes I still feel echoes of the pain. It has been twenty years. Just smelling the blend of other seasonings commonly used reawakens the flashbacks. Some part of me is still in that restaurant, still suffering, even now…

    I will never eat Thai food again.

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      5 hours ago

      Fuck me. As a white dude I have to specify “Thai hot please”. They act like they’re gonna get sued.

      Dropped by my fav Asian place in Tulsa one afternoon. “Can you make the Happy Family hot? It was really sweet last time. Hot? Really hot? Like, triple hot?” <holding up 3 fingers>

      <unintelligible Asian from the kitchen>, “LOL! HOT! HOT!”>

      Oh god. They’re going to punish the white guy.

      Cook himself, who I had never seen, brings my plate. Motherfucker stands back a few steps to watch me devour.

      <unintelligible Asian from the kitchen>, “LOL! HOT! HOT!”>

      Cook comes back out, “Is the meal appropriate?”

      Pouring sweat, hair standing on end, “Yes! Very good! VERY good! Thank you! PERFECT! THANK YOU!”

      He takes a bow and returns to the kitchen.

      <unintelligible Asian from the kitchen>, “LOL! HOT! HOT!”

      I still remember that fine meal from 30-years ago. God speed you crazy Asian cooks!

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        I like spicy food now and then, I like spicy bbq and can take any Mexican you can throw at me. But Thai food scares me. Every time I try it, they ask how spicy I want it on a scale of 0 to 10, and I go “you know, I think I’ll take it easy today, I’ll go for a 4”. And then I get the bowl, first few slerps are pretty chill, but after a solid minute it out of nowhere turns into the spiciest thing I’ve ever fucking tasted, without fail. I’m simply not worthy of Thai food