Regards hot stuff... reminds me of a story.
Seems ol' Granpa in Texas (where else) liked spicy food. His grand kids thought they would test the old man. They took him on a great family camping trip and on the first night they fed him bowls of chili from each one's favorite recipe, each hotter than the last.
Well, despite beads of sweat breaking out on the old man's forehead he would smile and comment how good the chili was, and ate every drop. They finished up with some homemade ice cream made right in camp with a hand crank ice cream maker. Great memories.
Then the next morning, they sleepily assembled around the campfire, and Granpa wandered off into the woods to the shanty outhouse.
They didn't hear much at first, but after a minute, they heard him say,
"C'MON, ICE CREAM!!"
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