No really, don’t do it. It’s like a lava ball of burning deliciousness in your belly and it makes your head sweat profusely . . . or so says the hubby who just hate half a jar of it.
You might notice the warning that says “Caution: Scary Hot.” Now, this isn’t just a simple singe of the tongue, this is the smokey heat that builds and builds until you’re pretty sure you’ll be breathing fire for the next several days, you just don’t know which end the fire will come out of.
I am eating a nice bowl of pasta to help calm my mouth after a single chip dip of this stuff. . .
That’s right, a boring ol’ bowl of pasta with shredded parmesan cheese. At least it’s pasta with meat and garlic and stuff in it. . .
And that ends my entry for today. . .
Tomorrow (or later today) — a REAL entry. . . *gasp*