Today I came to a sad realization. I am a spicy wimp. I used to crave spicy. And when I say spicy, I mean really spicy. It used to be hot and sour soup with extra hot. Atomic sauce hot wings. Hot cheetos and Tabasco on my pizza.
Now I prefer just a slight twinge of heat rather than the brain and tongue numbing spice I used to take.
I was once runner-up in a spicy contest. It burned going down and it burned coming out. But I felt like a man. Now, I can hardly take one medium sauce wing. Sigh.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
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I LOVE spicy! The next time you visit norcal, I will take you to a mexican restaurant with the best spicy chicken tortilla soup anywhere. It's spicy, but you can still taste the chicken and all the other good stuff.
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