When I was in college, my roommate and I made some fajitas that were so spicy that both of us had tears running down our faces, but neither of us would admit that they were too spicy. Our neighbor came in and we offered him some (without warning him, of course) and he took one bite and ran out back to his apartment. We died laughing. When he came back a few minutes later, all he could ask was “What the hell is wrong with you guys?” And still, neither of us admitted they were too spicy.Damn, I went so heavy on the red pepper flakes for the pasta sauce I made last night that, while it's still tasty, it's almost too spicy even for me, and there's almost nothing that's too spicy for me.
It makes me wish my brother was here.
