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No ghost pepper of a chance

A few days ago, as I was walking through a pharmacy, I became keenly aware of the section named digestive health. I stopped and stood in front of the rows and rows of the different forms of antacids. From liquid to capsules to fast acting tablets, I found it amazing that there is a whole section dedicated to easing sore stomachs.  I remembered a commercial for an antacid that showed food, such as pizza and chicken wings, beating up people trying to eat. After seeing this commercial and these products, it started making me wonder: when did it become acceptable that it was painful to feed ourselves?

For the most part, I avoid spicy foods. If a menu item has a flame symbol next to the entree, it's a sure bet they won't make any sale from me. However, every once in a while, my curiosity is piqued and I take a small sample of the latest hot flavor. Unfortunately, the results are usually not in my favor. For instance, when I tried a small habanero chip, I truly believed my mouth was cut open from the searing pepper.

Since I can't enjoy spicy foods, I have noticed I am surrounded by people that indulge in fiery foods. I knew a sales woman who would put so much black pepper on her fettuccine linguine that it looked like black licorice on her plate and fork. I wondered how many pepper shakers she must have went through just to enjoy lunch! I watch in fascination as my husband and bonus son eat hot, spicy foods, sweat pouring down their flushed faces. Yet, they are enjoying their cuisine and rave about the flavor. Evidently, the more pain they experience, the better.

Now, my newest fiery seasoning I'm wondering about is sriracha sauce. I'm sure I can find a willing volunteer to give me a blistering review.




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