One of my earliest foodmares was one of those silly things that only occurs to people with either an open spirit or propensity to insanity.
My dad's favorite thing was Tabasco sauce and he put it on everything. When I was a teen, I actually used to hunt down unusual bottles of hot sauce (rare, tiny, whatever I could find) and make him a basket of the treasures.
Once though, as a little girl, I decided I wanted to try this magical concoction. I got out two slices of white bread and shook some some sauce out.
Proud of myself for being creative and tough like my dad, I took a big bite....
Of course this started a round of hysteria & crying because I burned my mouth so bad I couldn't even tell him what happened when he came running.
My mom found the sandwhich with the large bite missing. And nothing on it but Tabasco. I remeber being hoarse for a day or two.
I'm pretty sure nothing tasted good for a week or two. And I still have a heavy hand with the hot sauce, which i'm working on.
You have me grinning, I can just picture me doing something like that. Of course growing up in Minnesota, we were not exactly known for our love of spicy food. I do love it, but no one in my family can figure out why.
ReplyDeleteSo I have to ask, do you still make Tabasco sandwiches?
Honestly, I never made another Tabasco sandwhich!
ReplyDeleteI really only started eating spicy food within the last few years and I like it much more now than I ever did before.
Maybe my tastebuds finally grew back! j/k