Our reading today on hot peppers reminded me of my mom's punishment for saying bad words. When we would say a bad word, she would get her finger wet, dip it in the jar of cayenne pepper and wipe it on our tongue. I remembered this because of the story Sister Rudy told about the pepper eating contest. My second oldest brother had a quick temper and thus would often get this punishment. However, he, being a stubborn boy, pretended that he didn't care and would say that he liked it. I think he may have developed a taste for it or convinced himself that he did like it because to this day, he likes his salsa and other things very spicy hot. :)
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