I had dinner with my family on Friday night. My sister, who I
am slowly turning into a pepper geek, brought some pepper
poppers and some stuffed peppers. Neither my parents or
the visiting aunt like very hot peppers. They would be a
mild on the Old El Paso scale. In fact, they think the mild stuff
is pretty darn spicy.

So, as she was assuring them that none of the peppers were hot,
and it was safe for them to try some, I picked up a Grenada
Seasoning popper, and popped it into my mouth. It was tasty,
but it seemed a little hotter than I expect a Grenada Seasoning
pepper to taste.

Then the full heat hit.

I gasped, my eyes started watering, my face got red, and my
nose ran. My aunt leaned over and asked if I was choking.
I grabbed a piece of bread and bit it, grabbed my father's glass
of milk and drank some, grabbed a glass of wine and tried that.
Back to the bread, and by now everyone else at the table was
doubled over laughing. I wiped the sweat off of my face and
glared balefully, to no effect.

More bread, more milk, more wine, and the pain finally started to
recede. My aunt and my mother both declared loudly that if those
peppers could do that to me, they weren't going near them. My
sister protested that Grenada Seasoning peppers weren't that
hot, that we call them the "girlie" peppers they're so mild. I
gave her a dirty look, and she, a little shame-faced, asked "do
you think I got some Devil's Tongue peppers mixed up in there?"

Um...yeah!


Penelope
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