I purchased some Hmong sausage at the local Asian food store (we have a large Hmong population here).
I have fixed it before, so it was nothing new to me, but the other times I had used it was in small bits in a gumbo.
I got the bright idea to grill it this time and serve it on buns.
The heat in my mouth did not really bother me, but what it did to my ___hole the next day almost brought tears to my eyes. I was wishing that I had a bidet. Instead after certain functions were completed I got into the tub.
I'll go back to using it for flavoring, not for the meal.
I purchased some Hmong sausage at the local Asian food store (we have a large Hmong population here).
I have fixed it before, so it was nothing new to me, but the other times I had used it was in small bits in a gumbo.
I got the bright idea to grill it this time and serve it on buns.
The heat in my mouth did not really bother me, but what it did to my ___hole the next day almost brought tears to my eyes. I was wishing that I had a bidet. Instead after certain functions were completed I got into the tub.
I'll go back to using it for flavoring, not for the meal.
I got this burrito called, "the Sizzler" in Joplin, Missouri, at a place called, "Casa Montez." I am a capsaicin addict, but this thing wasn't even food. It was pure punishment. It tore me up, inside and out.
Burritos in Chicago are dangerous for me too because I put so much of the hot stuff in the ketchup bottles on them. Heaven going in. Hell coming out.
