Wow. So I've been slacking. I've been so busy these past couple weeks. I'm planning a Halloween party and I have to make costumes!
But on Saturday night, when we went out to a pub for a friend's birthday, I adventured. Joey ordered a small plate of buffalo chicken. Miriah said, "That's really spicy." Joey said, "It's a little spicy." I said, "I'll have a small bite." (I had a big plate of mac and cheese to wash it down.)
I cut off a little bit of the insanely bright chicken. I took a deep breath and ate it. Miriah was right. That was really spicy. It spread like wildfire, burning everything. It was worse than the time I drank hot chocolate with a straw and scorched the roof of my mouth. Somehow, I managed to get it all down and then stuffed mac and cheese into the burnt remains of my mouth.
On a side note, that was delicious mac and cheese.