I went to a Korean hot pot place one time and ordered the hottest broth. The waitress, who barely spoke English, asked if I was sure. I said yes and when they brought it out I was sweating buckets but still loved the food. The waitress actually brought out a fan and stuck it next to my table. 10 out of 10, Would sweat again
One time I went to an Indian restaurant with my boss (from south India) and a Mexican coworker. I ordered my food mild, my boss ordered his medium, and the Mexican guy ordered his hot. My boss tried to warn him but he insisted that he could handle spicy food.
The food came out, the Mexican guy had no problem eating his, and he started gloating. Then my boss told him that he was actually eating my boss's medium food. After they switched plates, the Mexican guy turned red, started sweating, and had to ask my boss to switch back.
(My boss had no problem eating the hot food; he just preferred the taste of medium.)
I don't understand how people do this, to be honest. Do you know how spicy food works? The receptor it triggers in your mouth is TRPV1, which does handle heat regulation and sensitivity, but it's also a pain receptor. Like, selectively removing it to treat the pain caused by bone cancer kind of receptor.
The kind of heat that sets it off is heat above 109F/43C, in addition to things like scorpion venom. Presumably it comes through as heat. Everyone tells me it feels hot. I don't get "heat." I get what is clearly agony in one of the most innervated areas of the body, and science backed me up on this.
Y'all are addicted to licking the curling iron and I'm the weird one
I am fucking shameless when it comes to food sweats.
Bullets, big fat movie tears, damp sweaty towels around my shoulders.... stop to take an exhaustedand spicy breathe.... enter the second hand.... I are now double fisting chicken pathia like a chungus level American baby does spaghetti. The wait staff are disgusted, the date left hours ago... But I am happier than I will ever be.
No. Let them see you cry. Let them see you hiccup and snot all over yourself. Let them see the agony.
Then take another bite. Tell them it's delicious. Because it is.
I used to like really spicy food and kept pestering my local place to make spicier curries until one day they finally got it hot enough to get to me. I ate the whole thing while the owner watched me laugh at my stupidity through my tears. It felt like I had a little space heater in my bowels for two whole days.
Sign me up for some authentic spicy Indian food. I am more than willing to have spice sweats for some damn good spicy food.
If you're not sweating profusely, it's not tasty.
It’s when they all emerge from the kitchen to look over at you, you know you’ve made a mistake!
IDK why, but some kinds of spice just sweat me the fuck up. Like, my mouth won't even feel hot, but the top of my head will be pouring.
Just ate the spicy food absolute bliss😋
I love some spicey food. Fact my body doesn't seem to is it's problem! We eating spicey!
I fucking love spicy food and I loved seeing people suffer with the food I would make them eat. Meanwhile I was fine watching them suffer as I ate my food. Anyway I'm lonely now and will probably never experience this sort of social interaction ever again.
A little spice enhances flavor, a lot is just self-hazing.
I love curry!
I grew up in somewhat of a food desert, coupled with an undiagnosed lactose intolerance, I avoided a lot of foods, including anything "spicy". When I grew up, went to a gastro doc, I changed my diet and now I can't not have spicy foods. I'm talking about dousing everything I eat in cayenne, habanero sauce, ghost pepper dip, everything. Why? I feel like you enjoy food for longer if you have to take a bit to get through the spice.
Ah, the things we do to attempt to preserve our dignity when we think we're getting something only entertainingly hot, but turns out to be Chicken à la Mace...
My spice tolerance definitely increased after living in Sichuan Province for 6 months.
Man. I absolutely cannot handle spicy food. But damn is it too good. Indian is certainly one of my favourites, and frankly, if it isn't spicy, it's not right. I will continue eating it regardless, cause it is top notch.
“These are tears of joy, of ecstasy.”
And here I am, growing my own peppers and putting hot sauce on... Almost everything. Love spicy food.
there's hot and there's White Hot
Ah, the superior version, sans horrible beard. Any how yes.
He's sweating because he's only just now noticed the cigarette butt in the hot sauce and the pronounced black lines under the fingernails of the cook. The looming diarrhea train is just around the corner and it got no brakes.
