My father-in-law must think I’m out to get him. He does not like spicy food, but I somehow managed to spice him out twice this weekend.
We got take out from Peter Chang, and I made sure to order my favorite, the “hot and numbing flounder.” I mentioned it in the car and again at home when everyone was within ear shot, but darn it if Grandpa didn’t go in for a healthy scoop of it.
After a few deep breaths and a glass of water, he cooled down. I guess it really lived up to its name.
The next day I made chili for dinner. I only diced up one jalapeño instead of two and added only one shake of cayenne, but I got him again. Chris’s mom tasted it and warned him he’d need a couple scoops of sour cream to cool it down. Even so, he was a bit uncomfortable.
Next time, I swear I’ll use a gentler hand.
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