And The Winner Is......Habanero Pepper!

Yes, another story about me eating. This near death experience ( yes, worse than the Big Mac Challenge) from food happened in 2007 at our friends house. My wife and 2 daughters went over for dinner on a Sunday night at our close friends house who live about 5 minutes from us. We had a nice meal( I believe take out Chinese food) with our friends and their 2 kids.  Dinner ends and the kids go to the basement to hang out. The adults are all cleaning up in the kitchen when the wife starts to tell us about Habanero Peppers, knowing that my wife and I love spicy hot food. Let me preface by saying, if you don't know already, the Habanero Pepper is one of the hottest peppers in the world and barely used in cooking and definitely not eaten alone. (Makes a Jalapeno Pepper seem like a carrot). So she goes on to tell us that her 15 year son loves hot food, saw the Habanero Pepper on a TV show and wanted to try it. Our friend, who is a great gardener, decided to get Habanero Pepper seeds and grow some. When they were ready, she had her son try one and after he took a simple lick from one pepper, he said "No way! I'm not eating that!" So my wife being an adventurous eater said, "I'll try it"  She takes a bite that wouldn't  even qualify as minuscule piece in any one's mind and immediately spits it into our friend's sink. I'm sitting there thinking "How hot is this pepper?" I now say "Come here. I'll give it a shot"  I proceed to bite into half of the pepper and swallow it. HUGE MISTAKE!!!!  HOLY @$@$@#  MOLY!!!!!  This bad boy was HOT!!!!!  So now I'm sitting at the kitchen table hoping this pain will not last long.  My wife and our friends are cleaning up and talking and no one is noticing that I'm not feeling good. It basically feels like some is continually lighting a match in my stomach. Now if you've even met me one time, you know that I'm as outgoing and extroverted as it gets. I will talk to a fire hydrant if no one is around. Well, I'm just sitting there silent with my face in my hands. I cannot believe what kind of pain I'm in. Finally, my wife comes up to me and ask if I'm alright. I say to her "Go get the girls. We have to go home." She replies, "It's only 7:00?"  I said "Lisa, get the girls NOW!!!!" We thank our friends for having us over and go home. We get home and I immediately go upstairs to my bathroom to the cabinet where we keep our medicine and grab a bottle of Pepto Bismol. I chugged the entire bottle until it was empty.  I then went to my bed and proceeded to lay in the fetal position. After 90 minutes I finally felt better. My wife says to me "I would believe it if I didn't see it. You got beat for the 1st time by food" I had to agree with her. The "Human Billy Goat" was beaten. There was a chink in the cast iron stomach. Though, being the ignoramus that you all are learning I am, you can bet that there will be more postings down the road on me doing some moronic eating.  Bon Appetit!