story about beer with breakfast.

[Guest guest]

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her. now I

dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went with her to

LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before that lots of my

family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in California had a different

kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of hot peppers that would cause

your toes to turn under and your hair to glow red! smoke came out of my ears and

my nose. my blind eyes could see red as well. I thought I had met hot, but found

out true Mexicans only truly know what hot really means. Now of course I'm the

only cracker there and they said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a

white boy and just didn't have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow

to happen or cause them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about

the pig cracker. I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it

all for dinner that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal

to help with the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next

morning I wake up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work.

I'm feeling a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate

the night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a beer

to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili on my

eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it the night

before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found her a Mexican

cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love beer any time of the

day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on his fourth beer and I

needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from hell poured over them and I

did drink the one and only beer I have ever in my life had for breakfast. her

uncle seen me drink the first beer and then thank God he left for work before I

had to drink the second beer. my stomach was doing the back stroke by this time

and making me feel like it was going to empty right there at the breakfast

table! now one thing about my wife's kinfolks was the women don't eat until the

men of the house has ate there fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot

tortilla's to the table as long as you want any. they wait on the men hand and

foot and then they eat after that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to,

but I haven't been in the mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again

have I ever ate hot chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her

family eats the same kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's.

I'm now thinking that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know

why. that chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no

way to get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

day. no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

week of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in the

world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff they have

here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't any where

close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there food. I have no

clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I hope I never meet up

with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't believe I wish to

either!

[Guest guest]

Well, Mark! That is life! What you do today, can burn your behind

tomorrow! LOL! You should think of a career as a stand up comedian!

Smile!

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

actually I can still feel the burn when I just talk about those days.

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

Markie,

There is/was a Mexican restaurant in Skytook which served a salsa which just

might be similar to the chili you ate.

When we moved back to Colorado my Cajun son-in-law and hair brained 30 year

old grandson bragged long and loud that they could eat hotter food than I

could cook. Hmm, wrong thing to brag about.

I whipped out some salsa which set them both on fire and sent the both of

them to sit astride the Porcelain Goddess and place deep hand prints on the

sides. Interestingly that is the last time I have heard them brag about how

hot they can consume. (LOLLOLLOLLOL)

I do admit that it was a bit warm. Must have been the Habaneros and crushed

red peppers which did it?

Cy

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of armando del gobbo

Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 7:30 AM

To: blind-diabetics

Subject: Re: story about beer with breakfast.

Well, Mark! That is life! What you do today, can burn your behind

tomorrow! LOL! You should think of a career as a stand up comedian!

Smile!

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

Mark,

I don't eat really hot anything, but my husband heard your Email and about

cracked up laughing as he has experienced the same thing.. the only thing

that would be worse than those Mexican chilies would be the ones that come

from the Orient. Those are even wores.a

_____

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of Mark Ruth

Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 6:05 AM

To: blind diabetics

Subject: story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

I have actually ate some of those peppers. a Mexican restaurant right here by

the house called Ted's has some dip made from those peppers. it is very hot and

I do have some pane the next day from it, but still I eat it when I go in there.

it may be hot, but it has a really good flavor. can't eat it on 3 baskets of

chips as I once did. now eat it with the meat and onions that they bring in the

hot skillet. makes it taste very good with that hot sauce poured over the top of

it. plus no one else can eat it, so don't have to share.

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

well the pig isn't interested at all in any of the hot peppers over seas if

they are that hot. I read a email one time about a guy that filled in as a judge

for a chili eating contest. he was one of 3 judges and he had to try all the

different kinds of chili to see which was the best. that was about the funniest

email I ever read. I laughed so hard I actually wet my pants and I'm suppose to

be a big boy? this old boy just thought he had ate hot before, but when he got

to the hot chili he learned real fast that he had no business being a judge in a

chili cookoff in Texas!

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

Cy, sounds like a salsa I would like.

Junior Lolley KG4itd

Liberty County Emergency Coordinator

Re: story about beer with breakfast.

Well, Mark! That is life! What you do today, can burn your behind tomorrow!

LOL! You should think of a career as a stand up comedian!

Smile!

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

Markie,

I have that email and it is funny - but - the reality is that 99.99% of the

chili at those chili contests are reasonably mild.

I participated in several and was judge at one.

Good chili is not about God awful heat, it is about flavor, flavor, flavor.

If you want more heat then add some of Dave's Insanity or Blair's Sudden

Death. A little dab will do you. (LOLLOLLOL)

I just made a nice pot of chili the other day when it turned cold here in

Aurora and we all enjoyed it.

Also, has anyone tried the magnetic induction cooking devices yet?

Cy

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of Mark Ruth

Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 2:30 PM

To: blind-diabetics

Subject: Re: story about beer with breakfast.

well the pig isn't interested at all in any of the hot peppers over seas if

they are that hot. I read a email one time about a guy that filled in as a

judge for a chili eating contest. he was one of 3 judges and he had to try

all the different kinds of chili to see which was the best. that was about

the funniest email I ever read. I laughed so hard I actually wet my pants

and I'm suppose to be a big boy? this old boy just thought he had ate hot

before, but when he got to the hot chili he learned real fast that he had no

business being a judge in a chili cookoff in Texas!

story about beer with breakfast.

My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot before

that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig cracker.

I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for dinner

that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help with

the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I wake

up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm feeling

a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have for

breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me a

beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the chili

on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my stomach

was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was going

to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as long

as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat after

that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in the

mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the same

kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now thinking

that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every day.

no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that week

of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream in

the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to isn't

any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and I

hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and don't

believe I wish to either!

[Guest guest]

I used to have that email too.

It was really funny! Poor guy!

Becky

story about beer with breakfast.

>

> My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

> doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

> now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

> with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot

> before

> that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

> California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

> hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

> red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

> well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

> what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

> said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

> have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

> them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig

> cracker.

> I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for

> dinner

> that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help

> with

> the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I

> wake

> up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm

> feeling

> a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

> night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have

> for

> breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me

> a

> beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the

> chili

> on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

> the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

> her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

> beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

> his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

> hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

> my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

> thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my

> stomach

> was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was

> going

> to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

> kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

> fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as

> long

> as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat

> after

> that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in

> the

> mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

> chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the

> same

> kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now

> thinking

> that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

> chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

> get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

> day.

> no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

> week

> of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

> burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream

> in

> the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

> they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to

> isn't

> any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

> food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and

> I

> hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and

> don't

> believe I wish to either!

>

>

[Guest guest]

What are those Cy?

_____

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of Becky McCullough

Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 1:38 PM

To: blind-diabetics

Subject: Re: story about beer with breakfast.

I used to have that email too.

It was really funny! Poor guy!

Becky

story about beer with breakfast.

>

> My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

> doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

> now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

> with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot

> before

> that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

> California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind of

> hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to glow

> red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red as

> well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly know

> what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

> said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

> have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

> them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig

> cracker.

> I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for

> dinner

> that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help

> with

> the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I

> wake

> up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm

> feeling

> a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

> night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have

> for

> breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me

> a

> beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the

> chili

> on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

> the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

> her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

> beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

> his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire from

> hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever in

> my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and then

> thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my

> stomach

> was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was

> going

> to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my wife's

> kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

> fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as

> long

> as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat

> after

> that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in

> the

> mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

> chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the

> same

> kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now

> thinking

> that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

> chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way to

> get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

> day.

> no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

> week

> of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

> burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream

> in

> the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

> they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to

> isn't

> any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

> food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and

> I

> hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and

> don't

> believe I wish to either!

>

>

[Guest guest]

I don't have that email but I got one from Blind Recipe Exchange about a dog

who ate raw dough for yeast rolls that were rising and it is hilarious! I

don't know if we can say the word for passing gas on here, but the story is

hysterical! I probably better send it to you guys off list if you want it,

but I laughed so hard I almost had tears coming out when I read about what

happened to the dog.

Lora

story about beer with breakfast.

>>

>> My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

>> doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

>> now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

>> with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot

>> before

>> that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

>> California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind

>> of

>> hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to

>> glow

>> red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red

>> as

>> well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly

>> know

>> what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

>> said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

>> have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

>> them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig

>> cracker.

>> I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for

>> dinner

>> that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help

>> with

>> the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I

>> wake

>> up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm

>> feeling

>> a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

>> night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have

>> for

>> breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me

>> a

>> beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the

>> chili

>> on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

>> the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

>> her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

>> beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

>> his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire

>> from

>> hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever

>> in

>> my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and

>> then

>> thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my

>> stomach

>> was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was

>> going

>> to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my

>> wife's

>> kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

>> fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as

>> long

>> as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat

>> after

>> that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in

>> the

>> mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

>> chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the

>> same

>> kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now

>> thinking

>> that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

>> chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way

>> to

>> get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

>> day.

>> no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

>> week

>> of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

>> burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream

>> in

>> the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

>> they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to

>> isn't

>> any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

>> food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and

>> I

>> hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and

>> don't

>> believe I wish to either!

>>

>>

[Guest guest]

Please send it to me, !

plawolf@...

_____

From: blind-diabetics

[mailto:blind-diabetics ] On Behalf Of Lora Leggett

Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 3:07 PM

To: blind-diabetics

Subject: Re: story about beer with breakfast.

I don't have that email but I got one from Blind Recipe Exchange about a dog

who ate raw dough for yeast rolls that were rising and it is hilarious! I

don't know if we can say the word for passing gas on here, but the story is

hysterical! I probably better send it to you guys off list if you want it,

but I laughed so hard I almost had tears coming out when I read about what

happened to the dog.

Lora

story about beer with breakfast.

>>

>> My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

>> doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

>> now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

>> with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot

>> before

>> that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

>> California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind

>> of

>> hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to

>> glow

>> red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red

>> as

>> well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly

>> know

>> what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

>> said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

>> have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

>> them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig

>> cracker.

>> I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for

>> dinner

>> that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help

>> with

>> the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I

>> wake

>> up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm

>> feeling

>> a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

>> night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have

>> for

>> breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me

>> a

>> beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the

>> chili

>> on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

>> the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

>> her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

>> beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

>> his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire

>> from

>> hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever

>> in

>> my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and

>> then

>> thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my

>> stomach

>> was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was

>> going

>> to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my

>> wife's

>> kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

>> fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as

>> long

>> as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat

>> after

>> that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in

>> the

>> mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

>> chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the

>> same

>> kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now

>> thinking

>> that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

>> chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way

>> to

>> get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

>> day.

>> no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

>> week

>> of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

>> burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream

>> in

>> the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

>> they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to

>> isn't

>> any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

>> food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and

>> I

>> hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and

>> don't

>> believe I wish to either!

>>

>>

[Guest guest]

yes, yes yes! I do recall the mess he made in the garage when all that

biscuit dough had to pass.

story about beer with breakfast.

>>

>> My wife is a Mexican, but she doesn't like any hot foods of any kind. she

>> doesn't even like black pepper. makes me wonder about the Mexican in her.

>> now I dig my food the hotter the better. one time back in the 90's I went

>> with her to LA in California to see her kin folks. Now I have ate hot

>> before

>> that lots of my family couldn't eat, but these Mexican kin folks in

>> California had a different kind of hot! they made a chili with the kind

>> of

>> hot peppers that would cause your toes to turn under and your hair to

>> glow

>> red! smoke came out of my ears and my nose. my blind eyes could see red

>> as

>> well. I thought I had met hot, but found out true Mexicans only truly

>> know

>> what hot really means. Now of course I'm the only cracker there and they

>> said I couldn't eat there chili because I was a white boy and just didn't

>> have what it took. this was something I couldn't allow to happen or cause

>> them to giggle there silly heads off from being right about the pig

>> cracker.

>> I ate the whole bowl and it wasn't a small bowl, but I ate it all for

>> dinner

>> that night and had to drink more beer then I ever did at a meal to help

>> with

>> the slow burn that was going on in side me. Ok, then the next morning I

>> wake

>> up early to eat breakfast with the uncle before he goes to work. I'm

>> feeling

>> a bit under the weather because of the hotter then hell chili I ate the

>> night before and all that beer. I'm eating the regular fair we all have

>> for

>> breakfast, except they poured the same hot chili over my eggs and give me

>> a

>> beer to wash it down with! ok, here we go again! I can't say no to the

>> chili

>> on my eggs because it is all ready there in my plate. they seen me eat it

>> the night before and they said they were impressed that my wife had found

>> her a Mexican cracker to marry. uncle has to say that real Mexicans love

>> beer any time of the day and especially with breakfast. he said he was on

>> his fourth beer and I needed to catch up. I ate my eggs with the fire

>> from

>> hell poured over them and I did drink the one and only beer I have ever

>> in

>> my life had for breakfast. her uncle seen me drink the first beer and

>> then

>> thank God he left for work before I had to drink the second beer. my

>> stomach

>> was doing the back stroke by this time and making me feel like it was

>> going

>> to empty right there at the breakfast table! now one thing about my

>> wife's

>> kinfolks was the women don't eat until the men of the house has ate there

>> fill. they keep bringing hot coffee and hot tortilla's to the table as

>> long

>> as you want any. they wait on the men hand and foot and then they eat

>> after

>> that. this part I certainly could get spoiled to, but I haven't been in

>> the

>> mood to try beer for breakfast since and never again have I ever ate hot

>> chili from hell! I'm really blessed that my wife or her family eats the

>> same

>> kind of chili that we had in LA that week in the mid 90's. I'm now

>> thinking

>> that lots of her kinfolks live in to there 90's and now I know why. that

>> chili burns any disease up before it can destroy any body parts. no way

>> to

>> get clogged arteries eating that kind of hot chili that they eat every

>> day.

>> no plack can grow there because of it. now another thing bad about that

>> week

>> of the hotter then hell chili was it doesn't only burn going down, but it

>> burns just as bad coming out! I don't believe there was enough ice cream

>> in

>> the world to cover up that burn that I felt for a few days. the hot stuff

>> they have here in OkC at any of the Mexican restaurants I use to go to

>> isn't

>> any where close to the same kind of heat that true Mexicans put in there

>> food. I have no clue what kind of hot peppers they used in that chili and

>> I

>> hope I never meet up with any again. haven't been back to LA since and

>> don't

>> believe I wish to either!

>>

>>