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To: greenspirit who wrote (5210)	12/14/1997 2:52:00 AM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

Michael Michael - ya should have asked. taht's is definitely the wrong thing to say. but i love hot, spicy food. it's hard to get them to make it hot enough around here. they're used to steak and potato folks that scare off from anything exotic. but now and then. there's hot and then there's hot, though. those that don't know how - it's just plain hot. burns and ya sweat and that's it. those that know how - it's on fire, your forehead beads up, your heart starts to race. but through that, one flavor comes to the forefront and you savor it. then another. then they blend. and on and on. never forget to ask for a pitcher of water, though.

To: greenspirit who wrote (5210)	12/14/1997 3:04:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Restaurant woman (Chinese?): "It's pepper oil. You float it on your soup, if you like hot things." Looked fairly harmless. We put on a spoonful or so. Because of the oiliness, it sticks in your throat. Like phosphorous or napalm. Had it in Tacoma, somewhere near PLU, up in your neck of the woods. (Our neck burned up.) Felt like if they washed it off the dishes, seals in the Sound would bark.

To: greenspirit who wrote (5210)	12/14/1997 8:26:00 AM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

The first time I ate a jalapeno was at a party in Virginia on one of my first dates with Dan. I didn't know what it was. I had never heard of it. I chewed it. One does not chew jalapenos. When they hit soft tissue, they burn it away immediately. My lips blistered, I kid you not. I stood there in agony, not wanting to call attention to myself by screaming and cursing the host, and pretended that all was fine and that I wouldn't need lip replacement surgery the next day. THe sweat poured off me, tears fell from my eyes. "Are you all right?" Dan said. "You're all red." "Are my lips bleeding?" I muttered. "No, but they look funny." he said, recoiling. The pepper probably cauterized as it ate the flesh; it left me looking like I had lip leprosy. I'm surprised Dan asked me out again.