My exceptionally low tolerance for spiciness has also been mentioned before. I love salt, but most other spices are too much for me to handle. I say progress has been made on this front. Joey says I am a baby.
In Colorado, we took turns making massive dinners. One of the last nights, Joey's lovely first cousin once removed (also known as his mom's cousin) made a chicken dinner. With jalapeños. Progress or no progress, I definitely do not eat jalapeños.
But I am adventurous now!
All those green flecks are potentially deadly. Or they're bits of parsley.
So I cut off a piece of Joey's chicken of death. And I tried it. It definitely had a kick, but it actually wasn't too bad. The little bits of jalapeños were easy to avoid. I managed to get the gist of the spiciness without any of the real fire.
It would have been better with pork, though.