My wife was making nachos the other night and I said "hey do me up a separate pan and toss some pepper flake in mine."
Fast forward 20 minutes and I get a plate of nachos ... take a chip, and the INSTANT it hits my lips, fire.. fire.. oh wow fire.
"Hun... what kind of pepper flake you put in these?", I ask.. as I dig in and start to suffer immensely.
My wife KNOWS peppers - she's helped me process enough at this point. I mean, she knows the NAMES of peppers. And, as luck has it, she has her favorite NAMES. The ones she's written labels for enough to remember. Problem is she has no idea how HOT any of them are - or how ultra-condensed flake can be, heat wise.
So when she answers, I kind of sit there in a state of shock, sweating, eyes watering, mouth, nose, throat, and stomach burning.
In fact, I'm wiping off masses of snot from my nose as she answers.
"Oh I put a half teaspoon of Moruga Scorpion flake, a half teaspoon of Naga Viper, and a half teaspoon of Naga Morich in there."
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I ended up downing over a half gallon of milk to settle my stomach, STILL woke up with "pepper radar" the next morning, tracking it's progress through my intestines, until the fearful moment finally arrived and I climbed, cringing and afraid, on to my throne.
That morning I made a facebook post on her wall, which was the ultimate "out of context" one of all time.
"Jami - this abuse needs to end. While you may not have realized how much you were abusing my ass last night, it was too much... I could hardly hold back the tears when I was on the toilet this morning."
Her family and friends got quite a kick out of that.
(That's about the same amount of flake I use for marinade for 10 pounds meat, for my "face melting" batches... all condensed in to one plate of nachos.)