5. favorite form of potato?
DANG.....it's a tie between mashed or denny's big slam hashed. okay happy compromise: latke.
26. how's your spice tolerance?
better than it used to be!! i used to be a big ol baby when it came to--hang on. my dog is lying down funky.
he does this thing where he likes to stick ONE (1) foot on the bed. what a funky boy.
But yeah I used to be a big ol baby when it came to spicy things, but it's gotten a lot bettter!! in fact if given the option, i now actively CHOOSE to have a lil bit of a kick.......i'd say i'm at happy "medium" spicy. like the regular samyang spicy noodles are too much, but the jjajagmen flavor is still spicy, but edible!!
I, personally, can track down my sudden increase in spice tolerance to one Godforsaken Day in university, where I had thought to myself, "Gee, @miscbeary and our roommates work very hard! I shall surprise them with a hearty stew from my ancestors. A concoction of tomatoes, spices, cheese...and tortillas." I gathered my ingredients, studied my recipe, and proceeded to do everything as told to me by AllRecipes dot com.
However...even though I had already imbued my brew with two poblano peppers and the blended remains of one habanero, I thought to myself: Is this enough? My compatriots are no stranger to the devil's tongue---perhaps I should just add one more. Alors, I proceeded to adding another dried habanero pepper into my cauldron so that it may steep and leech its capsaicin spice into the broth. Once I had deemed it ready, I took to the spoon and tasted our soon-to-be dinner and found it...lacking. Of course, it had a wonderful flavor to it, and for such an unrefined pallet such as my own, I thought it quite hot on the tongue, yet, still I deliberated. Was it hot enough? Perhaps just one more habanero...
Thus, that blasphemous bowl of tortilla soup, the very thing I had crafted with love for my comrades, to nourish them, to sustain them, instead vanquished them! Lo! One by one they fell to the power of two poblanos, three habaneros, and no milk! We resorted to a bastard concoction of one half bowl soup, one half bowl yogurt, cheese, cream, milk, or other such dairy products, yet still to wash them down with a glass of milk! It was a horrible, horrible day where God looked down upon us and yet turned his back on my hubris.
So yeah I think that changed my spice tolerance level p wildly.
