#i can handle habanero

[viiridiangreen]

The most offensive targeted ad I've gotten to date is the fucken "remote voting for murican expats" one that keeps popping up lately 😭😹 Like that's YALLS mess & I want no part of it.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

16 & 26 teehee

-Ajax

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

Love it. Phenomenal

how’s your spice tolerance?

Pretty good. It was really good, I used to eat peppers every day, but that was like 10 months ago. I stopped cuz we were moving and I didn't pick them back up until maybe a month or two ago

[exculis]

whoa really. i have like 0 frame of reference for the scoville scale or my own spice tolerance LOL is that a lot it sounds like a lot

[rebelrebelray]

I will attach the following FB links below: one for the invite to my FB Livestream tonight for chilli number 2, the Habanero, and the link to watch the previous nights one, the Cayenne chilli. Enjoy! 😈🌶️🔥💀

[shirefantasies]

Ok, so like the elves’ spice tolerances from 0 to 10 (doubt they have good spice tolerance because they’re white af but still) (do they even have spices in Middle Earth)

I'm DEAD this is so random but so funny I love this uhhhh let's see

Legolas- Probably higher than average because he's pretty strong & has a very high tolerance for alcohol & other things. Claims that yes, he can feel a bit of a tingle, but it is exhilarating is it not? Extra hearty so solid 7-8 here.

Elrond- Can eat spicy stuff but doesn’t like it. Avoids it if he can and complains a bit/raises his eyebrows at it. Asks Lindir to let the chefs know this exotic stuff wasn't really it. 5.

Arwen- Sees it as a challenge especially if someone assumes she can’t. Goes beyond her tolerance level sometimes but doesn't show it until the other party turns their back, then she lets the tears flow. 7.

Haldir- Acts like he can handle it, waves his hands and carries on when he tries. Not quite full 'ketchup is spicy' but definitely the type to get incensed over an excess of heat AKA anything beyond mild. 3-4.

Lindir- Terrified when it is presented to him, all but shaking as he raises it to his mouth...only to find that it's not that bad, here try some everyone! Cue everyone else dying, this man with his snobby taste somehow just downed a ton of habanero sauce like a king and made some comment about finally enjoying foreign food. Surprise 9.

Galadriel- An absolute badass are you kidding. 10/10 no questions she makes the others look like babies. Would win hot ones or whatever I've never seen the show. Pain is nothing to this queen, she just smiles that gorgeous smile and laughs at the others' reactions as if she was given a bonbon.

Thranduil- Threatens anyone who questions his 'allergy' to spice as weakness, literally getting in their face and whispering a threat that shakes them to their core. If cornered would claim geographic tongue. Solid 3, vinegar is practically too much for the guy, all he can handle is the faint 'burn' of alcohol.

lmao we love our white bois & girls 💀😂

[sleepdeprivedsprout]

@m3tr0n0m333 i think I already shared this with you but

*drops sonic’s headcanons anyway (some of these are school related so uh high school AU sorta I guess?)*

He’s bi. And trans. And poly. Bc fuck you I say Sonamy AND Sonadow!!! /lh

^ Amy and Shadow are not dating. Sonic is dating both of them; however, he got permission from Amy before pursuing a second relationship with Shadow. Shadow is aware of Amy and Sonic’s relationship and he really doesn’t care tbh; but girls nights are fun bc Shadow shows up to bother Rouge Amy and Blaze sometimes

red jacket. White sleeves. Like letter jackets? This shit

he did track btw. He’s not even in school (anymore; he’s a dropout). He literally just runs with the track kids for fun

^ did cross country at one point too

#13579e < this is his hex code. This was ripped RIGHT off Sega’s logo

Very. Very. Very slight. Irish accent. You can barely hear the thing. But this is because Roger Craig Smith (Sonic’s VA literally almost everywhere except the movies) is of Scotch-Irish descent.

ADHD bc obviously

I’m actually tired of so many characters being closer to white. This man is outside all the damn time. GIVE HIM A TAN

god knows how he managed to pass algebra his freshman and sophomore years considering he has to get Tails to help him with things like 5+8

claims he can handle the spiciest chili around but he can’t exactly handle a habanero pepper either

[andmaybegayer]

Ooooo can you share the vegetable soup recipe for the weak travellers out there

To roast:

one small squash, in this case butternut

three small potatoes

two red peppers

four carrots

Other ingredients:

two onions

three cloves of garlic

chili flakes and/or whole chili peppers, to taste

spice powders: cumin, turmeric, fennel, a teaspoon each

Italian, Spanish, or French style mixed dried herbs, to taste

~1 cup cooking cream

1-3 teaspoons of sugar

salt and pepper

Cut these into chunks suitable for roasting, toss in a tray with oil, roast in an oven for 45 minutes at 180°C. Take these out, allow to cool to handling temperature.

While that's cooling, slice two onions and start frying that in some oil in a deep-sided pot for a few minutes

Once the roasted vegetables are cool, remove any inedible parts like squash skin, chop any particularly large pieces down to size, and toss in with the onions, stir and fry for a moment. Roughly crush the garlic and toss that in as well, you can just whack it with a knife, this all gets blended later.

Cover everything with water, bring to a simmer for 45 minutes

Add spice powders and chili (I used one small habanero) and turn off the heat. Blend smooth with an immersion blender.

Add herbs (here Herbs de Provence), sugar, and cream, blend to mix, bring up to a low simmer for a minute or two to thicken the cream.

Turn off heat, add salt and a truly stupendous quantity of ground black pepper. Get some bread for your soup. Lord this fact over passing knights.

[civilotterneer]

how well does civ do with spicy food? :3

It might be heresy for an Arizonan, but my spice tolerance isn't the highest as many others. Maybe higher than many non-Arizonans, but for a state with so much good Mexican food, I'm considered low tolerance.

I have a tolerance for some spicy food, but I don't like deathly spicy. I have roommates and friends who eat like the hottest sauces at B Dubs, and could eat the spiciest a Mexican mom-owned restaurant could make. However, I have the lowest spice tolerance in my friend group because of that.

In my case, I can handle jalapenos pretty well as a topping, and my favorite taco meat has habanero peppers in a light amount. There's a mango habanero salsa at my favorite Mexican restaurant that I love, but have to eat in moderation. I can't eat their hotter dishes, but I can eat everything else on the menu. I've heard many a tourist remark at how spicy the food is when I'm not really effected and we have what looks like the same dish, so my spice tolerance is higher than the average but not "I wanna eat Carolina Reaper Wings".

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Simple one

Each mercs spice tolerance?

The TF2 Mercs Spice Tolerance!

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Oooo good ask anon! Some short and sweet (spicy?) headcanons.

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Demo- I feel like people would say he has an amazing spice tolerance, but he doesn't. He's not horrible. He'll eat jalapeños and serranos, but they'll still make his eyes water and mouth burn.

Engie- Our spice king. Only man who can handle eating anything past a habanero and not sweat. He puts hot sause on everything, but it's not normal hot sause, no, it's like ghost pepper hot sause. Soldier probably borrowed it once, and it nearly killed him.

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Heavy- This one is tough. He's better than Spy and Scout but also worse than Demo. Pretty much, he likes the taste of some mild hot sauses and enjoys them but also can't eat a jalapeño to save life.

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Medic- Either great or horrible, no inbetween. I lean towards the idea that he has a horrible spice tolerance, but still eats the most absurd peppers and grows newer hotter ones to see how his body will react, or just to share them with Engie.

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Scout- Yeah, sorry, man. I've got to do it to him. He has no spice tolerance either. He got it from Spy. But to be fair, he is a lot better than Spy in the sense he can eat a jalapeño without dying... but he'll definitely be crying a little bit. He did the once chip challenge, and that shit actually killed him.

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Sniper- He's definitely the middle of the road. He can handle medium amounts of spice and generally has very little reaction to spicy food. Even if he does eat something that's super spicy he still manages to have a poker face.

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Spy- He dies at the smell of a single pepper. Bell peppers are spicy way too spicy for him (/j) No, but I think he could be fine with a mild hot sause or two but he just generally doesn't like the taste, and he can't handle actual spice to save his life. I think a jalapeño would kill him.

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Soldier- He's fine enough, like, puts hot sause on his food, and isn't afraid of spice, but give him something stronger than, maybe like a habanero, and he's immediately red, sweating, probably internally crying, but he's brushing it off like he's fine. Overall handles spice fine.

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Pyro- Honestly, it could probably eat molten metals if they really wanted to. I'll go out on a limb and say it has the best spice tolerance. They just don't actually like the taste of most spicy foods.

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I hope these make sense or sound good, I'm so tired 😭 anyways, half of them are European, so they legally can't have good spice tolerances (/j)

Look at me finally posting an answered ask. I'm so zany! But seriously, thank you guys for being patient with me. It means a lot :)

[kutner-elegist]

this will be kutner related bc i love my idiot indian man. make him make thirteen eat spicy food. she dies. kutner doesn't even have a particularly high spice tolerance thirteen is simply white

apologies for not following your request exactly but lest we forget Kutner was raised by white parents eating white people food and to me Kutner is likely Gujarati and/or Punjabi gleaning from his late parents' names and also the fact that Kal Penn is Gujarati and those regions have less spicy foods compared to southern India and also Thirteen seems like she can take some spice (for a white person) so this is gonna be a bet (Hot Ones style if you've ever seen them) that comes close but Kutner wins only because he is more committed to the bit and masochistic than Thirteen (the end part got sad just so you know)

Kutner and Thirteen sat across from each other, both their countenances intense. They each had ten pieces of buffalo wings neatly lined up before them, with cold bottles of beer on the side for palate cleansing. In the center were ten different bottles of hot sauce. Quiet severity emanated from their staring match.

House towered over them at the head of the table. Foreman, Taub, Wilson and Cuddy were on the opposite side.

Foreman broke the silence. “What exactly are they doing again?”

Taub tilted his head, his eyebrows still raised. “They’re playing chicken with … chicken wings, I guess.”

“Hot wings,” Kutner emphasized.

“Kutner is Kutner, but why are you doing this?” Foreman said to Thirteen.

“He thinks I can’t handle spice because I’m white.”

“Why do you care—”

“Ask questions later,” House cut him off. “The game is on. Ante omnia, we must ensure that they haven’t used any performance enhancing drugs. Their blood was screened for painkillers, and Wilson watched them until the results came back all negative. If they used local anesthetics that might be undetectable such as Cetacaine, its effects should have worn off by now, but we still need to make sure.”

“You let them do blood tests for this?” Foreman asked Cuddy.

“They paid for it.” Cuddy shrugged.

“Shush.” House scolded Foreman. He then commanded, “Kutner, say ‘Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.’”

“Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie,” Kutner obliged effortlessly.

“Now Thirteen.”

“Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie,” Thirteen glided through the tongue twister as well.

House held up one of the hot sauce bottles, the label facing the spectators. “We shall begin with Cholula Original, around 1000 in the Scoville scale. On your mark, get set, eat!”

They bit into their chicken wings. In the blink of an eye, they were both holding defleshed bones.

“This isn’t even spicy.” Kutner put down the bone.

“It’s regular stuff,” Thirteen agreed.

They raised their beers, clinked their bottles together and took a small sip.

“Next up, Valentina Black Label, 2100 SHU. On your mark, get set, eat.”

They quickly ate them up again, and licked the sauce off their fingers.

“This is nothing,” said Kutner.

“Nothing,” Thirteen repeated.

Again, they had a sip of beer just to cleanse the palate.

“Third, Tapatío, 3000 SHU. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“It’s alright,” said Kutner.

“Uh-huh,” said Thirteen.

Thirteen drank a little more beer than Kutner.

“Tapatío is hot,” said Taub. 

“To you.” Kutner looked at Taub with his smug grin.

“Quaker Steak Buckeye BBQ, 5000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

Kutner devoured it quickly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Thirteen took a little longer, but finished it soon enough. She held her sip of beer a little bit before swallowing it.

“Tabasco Habanero, 7000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Ooh, it’s starting to hit,” said Kutner.

Thirteen’s pale skin was flushed, but she remained composed. They both had a gulp of beer.

“We are only halfway there. The sixth is Crazy Jerry’s Brain Damage, 11,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Why are you eating something called Brain Damage?” Foreman stepped forward. “It will certainly hurt your GI system.”

“Only a little, and temporarily at that. These are all FDA approved for retail,” said House.

Neither Kutner nor Thirteen responded to Foreman. They managed to finish the wings, but not as easily. Kutner silently drank his beer. Thirteen fanned her face with her other hand while she drank hers.

“You can stop anytime you want, you know,” said Kutner.

“You wish,” Thirteen retorted, but she was a little out of breath.

“Dragon Repellant Knightmare, 15,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

Thirteen hesitated before biting in. Kutner gobbled it up, as if he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible. They emptied their beers, and House replaced the empty bottles with new ones. Thirteen fanned her face with both of her hands. The redness spread to her neck. Kutner was getting flushed as well, just not as noticeable on his deeper complexion.

“They’re FDA approved for a little dip, not whole chicken wings covered in them.” Foreman approached Thirteen. “Remy.”

Thirteen dismissed Forman with the wave of her hand. “I can take it, okay?”

Foreman turned to the rest of the spectators. “This is stupid!”

“Which is why it’s funny,” said Taub.

Wilson nodded in agreement.

“Why are you allowing your employees to endanger their health?” Foreman asked Cuddy.

“They’ll do it even if I tell them not to, and I’d rather be present in case damage control is needed.”

“Foreman is trying to dissuade Thirteen, which is only going to motivate her more. He’s interfering with the competition by giving unfair advantage to one side,” said Kutner.

“Yes. Foreman, shut up. Taub, say something discouraging to Kutner to make it even,” said House.

“I don’t think the guy who willingly electrocuted himself can be discouraged from anything,” said Taub.

“True, and that statement would have the desired effect, so good enough. Blair’s Jalapeño Death, 20,000. On your mark, get set, eat.”

“Whoa.” Kutner recoiled after eating it, breathing rapidly. He chugged the cold beer. He took off his hoodie.

Thirteen coughed. She tried to drink beer to cool down, but ended up choking on it a little. Foreman leapt toward her. House barred him with his cane. “No entering the ring if you’re not playing.”

“You know what,” said Thirteen, coughing and breathing heavily. “You win, Kutner. I give up.”

“Technically, he has to complete the next round to win. Otherwise, it’s a tie.” House looked at Kutner.

Kutner’s face was distorted with agony, but he muttered, “Bring it on.”

“Very well. Blair’s Original Death, 30,000. Whenever you’re ready.”

Kutner took some time to regain his composure, and ate the ninth chicken wing. He immediately washed it down with the rest of his beer.

“We have a winner!” House exclaimed.

Wilson and Taub clapped and cheered. Cuddy rolled her eyes. Thirteen finally calmed down from her coughing fit and she kept drinking the beer. Kutne, however, remained seated. His eyes were fixed on the last remaining wing on the plate.

“Come on, you won. It’s over.” Taub tapped Kutner on the shoulder.

Kutner reached for the last hot wing. Everyone felt their own bodies growing tense as he painfully finished it off. House handed him another beer, and he chugged it down. He panted, and his skin glistened with sweat.

“You’re insane!” Thirteen yelled.

“That one was called Pain 100%, 40,000. This proves my hypothesis that you are a masochist.”

“I’m not a masochist!” Kutner protested between gasps.

House leaned over toward Kutner. “You already won. You didn’t have to touch that last one. You love to gloat, but right now you’re in too much pain to do that. You want pain more than you want victory.” House stepped away from the table and walked over to Wilson.

“This wasn’t as entertaining as I thought it would be,” Wilson said to House.

“We didn’t do it for your entertainment,” said Kutner. He was still recovering from Pain 100%.

“What did you do it for?” Taub asked.

“It’s not a dare if there’s a purpose,” Kutner replied.

“So you did it for nothing.”

“Pretty much.”

Taub sighed. “Have fun digesting all that. I’ll see you tomorrow, unless you need a sick day.” He walked out.

“At least this is over,” Cuddy grumbled before she left.

House and Wilson left as well. Kutner and Thirteen cleaned up the table. Foreman stayed behind to help.

“It’s still pretty impressive that you lasted as far as you did.” Kutner’s gloating smirk was back.

Thirteen laughed. “My insides are already burning.”

“I’ll finish cleaning up. You go get some rest. Drink water,” said Foreman. His eyes followed Thirteen through the window until she was out of sight. Then, he hissed, “Why did you put her up to this?”

“House and I ironed out the details, but having a match was her idea.” Kutner shrugged, his eyes wide open.

“You provoked her first.”

“I didn’t mean to provoke her, okay? It was an off-handed joke.”

“You should have said no when she wanted to do a match! You know she has—”

Foreman stopped mid-sentence because Kutner stepped closer, almost getting in his face. “She has a fatal neuromuscular degenerative disease. You think you know where it goes because you’re a neurologist, but you don’t. Neurologists just refer them to rehabilitation and follow up every now and then. You don’t even do that, because you work for House now. You confirm a diagnosis and your work is done. I did my residency in rehabilitation medicine. I’ve seen where it goes, many times over. Lifestyle changes are helpful, but it doesn’t change the destination or the course. It hardly even delays the inevitable. If she wants spicy chicken wings, she’ll have the goddamn spicy chicken wings. I’ll do whatever she asks to make her day exciting. I care about her. Maybe not in the way that you do, but I do. I won’t apologize for her decisions to you.” Kutner stormed out of the room.

Foreman continued to wipe the already-clean surface of the table.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Also dumb question

How would that call of duty characters fare on hot ones? How high can they get on the Scoville scale before they gotta tap out??

- 🔪

Using this scale as a guide:

The COD characters on Hot Ones

(This started out serious but devolved into pure jokes and slander)

Ghost, surprisingly, gets the furthest. I'd say he'd get around the Ghost pepper but would def get tears in his eyes and red in the face. In my mind, he's trained himself to withstand many kinds of 'torture' and that includes tricking his brain into not reacting to heat/pain receptors in his mouth.

Surprisingly (2.0), Nikolai. Not because Russians are particularly good with spice or because of stereotype, but because I'm 100% sure he'd handle a Habanero just fine. Something about him just screams it. Idk.

Gaz comes next. I'd say he can go up to Habaneros before he taps out. I hc that he was raised by immigrants and is used to spiced food, not just spicy, but well spiced too.

Alejandro after that. Might be me engaging a bit in stereotype but he, also, doesn't strike me as the kind of man that would eat bland food? Traditional Mexican food is well-seasoned and plenty spicy so... Cayenne-Thai levels.

Rudy fits here bc of the same reason as Alejandro. But he reacts worse, I feel like. In my mind, he gets red in the face and SWEATS when he's eating.

Price goes next and I blame that on the fact he's been all over the world for missions and deployments and probably has eaten food of all kinds, if nothing else just to experiment. That being said, he's definitely a wimp. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Farah and she's only this low because her country has been going through a revolt + she was in prison + she scavenged for food as a kid and I imagine she's not always had access to try super spicy food when surviving off rations. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers but could definitely handle more if she had more opportunities to eat it more.

Laswell. I'm convinced she was a field agent for the CIA before becoming a handler and station chief. Aka, she was all over the world and ate all sort of things, just like Price. Fits somewhere between Jalapeños and Cayenne peppers.

Soap taps out the easiest on the 141 but he's still not really a wimp. He's just Scottish. Around the same level as Laswell, Price, etc.

Alex Keller comes next. He's white and American. Do I need to say more? I'd say he can handle a Jalapeño but will need loads of water and milk

Graves comes at the bottom of the fucking line. He's white, American and a yee-haw American at that. If Alex can handle a jalapeño, Graves can't handle yellow mustard out of the bottle.

[oddverse]

Spice tolerance ranking because I cannn

Pesci and Formaggio. Pesci doesn’t really do anything too devious with it when he gets to cook but Formaggio is “La Demone delle spezia” (as dubbed by the weaker La squadra members who can’t handle crushed red pepper)

Melone. He enjoys his fair share. Famously one time he ate a habanero on a dare and only got SLIGHTLY red

Ghiaccio. Spent like a year carrying a bottle of crushed red pepper flakes on him because people kept assuming he had a low spice tolerance

Illuso. Nothing special, he’s just not that big of a spice guy

Risotto. He cannot have anything more than a mild sauce packet from Taco Bell before entering a coughing fit. He was almost hospitalized by Formaggio making tacos one night and putting jalapeño slices in the taco

Prosciutto. He WAS HOSPITALIZED BY TACOS. He has the constitution of a Victorian child ailed with consumption. He couldn’t do it if he TRIED. Seriously almost died from Formaggio’s cooking. It wasn’t even that much. Pesci’s one thing he can hold over him

This one is really really good i dont even wanna touch it- very canon

i love Pesci and Formaggio tying- but i can see the difference being Pesci cheats and drinks however much milk it takes for him to get through it, Forma is just unaffected. The scariest this man can get.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BRUNCH WITH THE HARLOWS

This idea and request came from none other than my girl @harlowcomehome 🩵🤝🏻 hope you like it.

It was a Sunday afternoon at the Harlow household, you were currently running around the kitchen trying to get the food ready for everyone.

Since the age of sixteen you and your six brothers had made a pact that every Sunday you would all get together for brunch.

It continued throughout the years, you even incorporated it into your relationship with Jack. It was a way for everyone to catch up and relax, even if it was only for a day.

“Mama, but daddy doesn’t like spicy.”

You smile, “I know bug, that’s why I always make two different batches.”

“I like spicy.”

“Missy, how would you like spicy food if I don’t give you anything with chile?” You turn to look at her as you’re pouring the boiled spices into the blender.

“Uncle Clay Clay gave us hot Cheetos and a spicy pickle.”

From the corner of your eye you can see who was walking into the kitchen but decided to make a turn.

“CLAYBORN HARLOW, you stay there.”

“H-how did you know?”

“My wife has Harlow senses.” Jack says, coming in behind him. “What did you do?” He asks his brother.

“Yeah, what did you do?” You ask him, smirking.

“I might have given the kids spicy snacks?” He shrugs, “In my defense it’s so they learn to handle spicy food, and not turn out like this weak one.” He says pointing to Jack.

“Hey, I can handle spicy.”

You smile at your husband, “Aww mi amor, no you can’t bubs, and that’s totally fine.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t get grumpy daddy.” Mia laughs.

“Anyway, I came in here to see if you needed help taking out anything.”

“Hmm, probably take the sour cream, queso fresco and the avocados.” You tell them, pouring the hot sauce into a pan.

“That’s it?” Your husband asks, while taking out the stuff from the fridge.

“Come back in five minutes so you can help me take out the food.”

“Okay, um is this for outside?”

You turn around to see what he’s pointing at and nod. “Oh yess, Clay can you help your brother take out the jars of agua frescas please.”

“Did you make my favorite one?” His whole head is peeking into the fridge to see which flavor of aguas you made.

You laugh at that. “Yes, Jamaica and fresa con leche. Do not spill that one, that’s your mom’s favorite one.” You’re referring to the pepino con limón agua fresca.

“We’ll be back then.” Jack says and they both make two trips to take out the stuff needed for outside.

The brunch always happens outside, depending on the weather. When you and Jack were planning on building your forever home, you both decided to bring both your style into everything.

Your backyard and kitchen had to feel like back home. So you definitely incorporated some Mexican roots into your design.

You fall in love with your patio more every day, so whenever you can, you try to eat outside and cook as much as you can in your beautiful kitchen.

“Okay, which one do I take first?” Jack comes back in, heading to the stove.

“JACK NO.” You rush to him and smack his hands away. “No touching, and that one was the spicy one.”

“I’m hungry, and I’ve had the spicy ones before, I’m sure you didn’t overdo it.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure you won’t be able to handle it. Even your daughter said so.”

Jack raises his eyebrows and turns to look at Mia. “Really bug? I thought you were on my side?”

Mia shakes her head smiling. “I am on your side, but I saw how many baneros mama put in, those are really spicy, I heard grandma say.”

“Ohhh damn you used habaneros this time?”

You nod, “It’s a new salsa mi abuela shared with me.”

“So did you make one without the habaneros?”

“Don’t I always make one of each?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Yeah you do, okay let’s go.”

“I need to get napkins and wake Ezequiel up from him nap. Mia, go make sure daddy doesn’t serve himself the spicy one.”

Mia nods “okay mommy.” She answers and follows after Jack.

“Jackman, how are you going to serve when your wife isn’t seated yet?” Maggie scolds her oldest.

“She just texted me, she’s changing Ezequiel. I’m serving her plate and the kids, but I’ll wait for her to eat. You guys can go ahead and eat though.”

“No, that’s disrespectful.”

“We’ll wait for her as well then.” His dad answers.

Jack is helping serve the food onto everyone’s plates, while Maggie fills up the cups with agua fresca and orange juice.

“Oh daddy, that’s the spicy one.” Mia warns her dad.

“No, Clay took out the spicy one, I took this one out.”

Mia shakes her head “I know which cuchara mommy used for the spicy one.”

“I’m sure you’re mistaken bug.” Jack reassures his daughter.

Meanwhile Mia is shaking her head with her hands on her little forehead.

“Okay we’re ready to eat.” You announce as you and Ez are walking out to the patio.

You are finally seated and everyone starts to dig into their food.

“Mmm wow.” Maggie says. ”I will never get tired of your food. This is so delicious Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“You taste that Maggie?” Druski asks, “That’s the taste of seasoning.”

“DRU.” You yell.

“Leave him, he loves to joke about my unseasoned food, but he was always getting seconds.”

Besides you, Jack starts coughing non stop.

You turn to face him and notice he’s turning red and sweating. “Uhh babe? What's wrong?”

“T-that.” He coughs. “That’s really hot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Babe, you got the chilaquiles that I made with tomato sauce.”

“Yeah, and it’s spicy.” He’s chugging his water.

“Babe, that one didn’t have any chiles.”

“Mama, he got the wrong one.” Mia says from her seat, covering her mouth.

“Which one did you get Jack?”

“This one.” He points at the pan with the spicy chilaquiles rojos.

“No babe, that’s the habanero one.” You stand up and refill his cup with agua de pepino.

“I thought the spicy one was the one Clay took out?”

You shake your head “No, I told you, you had the spicy one.”

“Clay told me he had the spicy one.” He glares at his brother.

“You said you could handle spicy food, I was trying to prove a point.” He shrugs.

You shake your head. “Go inside and bring him a cup of milk and a paleta de limon please.”

Jack gets up from his seat, and starts doing jumping jacks.

“Jackman be serious, that’s not going to help.” His mom tells him, while she takes a sip of her drink.

“It’s going all the way to my head and down to my feet. It’s so spicy.”

“I told you daddy.” Mia yells out, taking a spoonful of her chilaquiles.

“I know Mia.” He groans out.

You shake your head, “Your brother is back with the milk and popsicle.” You grab his plate and transfer his food to your plate and serve him some of the non spicy chilaquiles.

“I don’t know who got you mad while making that sauce but a warning next time babe.”

“Jack, she makes two batches every time she cooks because she knows you don’t do well with spicy, so stop being so demanding.” Maggie tells him.

You smile at that, “He’s just dramatic. Plus, it’s a Mexican saying, when the salsa comes out spicy, we say that.”

“And we did tell him grandma. He just doesn’t listen, just like Ezequiel.”

“I do nothing.” Ez grumpily replies, he always wakes up in a mood.

Jack finally sits back down and he tries switching his plate with yours. “Do you want to die? I already got yours onto my plate.”

Jack's eyes go wide, “Oh my god, that would’ve been bad.” He takes a bite from his food. “Oh yeah, these are definitely the ones with tomato sauce.”

“You’re so weak man.” Dru laughs from his seat.

“All of you have so much to say when none of you even have the spicy one.”

“I got the spicy one and it’s bomb, a little hot, but it’s good Y/N.”

“Thank you Urb.” You reply.

You all continue eating and enjoying your Sunday afternoon. Sharing stories and laughing, even when Druski keeps picking on Jack and his mom.

“Did you add hot sauce on top of your eggs?” Jack asks you after a while.

“Huh?” You turn to look at him and see him halfway with the fork in his mouth. “WAIT.”

It was too late, he ate the egg but he immediately spat it out and started coughing.

“Who adds hot sauce on their eggs?” Jack coughs.

“I do.” You tell him.

“Shit not again.” He jumps out of his seat.

“Daddy, naughty word.” Mia yells out from her spot on the swing.

“Yeah yeah, you’ll be rich because my mouth is fucking burning, shit.” He replies and runs inside the kitchen, probably for some milk and ice.

You shake your head, “Never ending story with my husband.”

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🌶 - Spice! How well do they handle spicy food? Do they usually put hot sauce on lots of their food? Or do they avoid it at all cost?

"Who loves spicy food? This guy!"

"I can handle it just fine, but I ain't a fan of sauces. I prefer to bite into hot peppers: Jalapeno peppers, Scotch Bonnets, Habanero peppers...ya name it. It gives me more satisfaction."

[awholelotofladybug]

So I recently did a few polls about each character’s spice tolerance. Marinette, Alya, and Nino all got “Peppers/Habaneros as a light snack.” Now, they can’t ALL be that spice-crazy, so this is the tiebreaker round. Who among these three is the one who can handle spice the best?

[la-principessa-nuova]

i feel like sometimes a lot of the effect of spiciness comes from just getting in your head about it

bc like i eat plenty of hot stuff, i can handle the levels of heat you encounter in actual food spiced to eat and not to be a challenge

but like just now i was eating my macaroni salad which i put habanero in and i was like, “here comes a big chunk of habanero” and then i was like thinking “ahhh, that’s so hot,” and then i was just like, “wait, no it isn’t”

“like yeah, it’s hot and people who can’t handle heat well would be complaining, but like it’s not painful, there’s just a slight sensation of heat on my tongue.”

and i was just kinda like “oh”