food, parenting, good kind of pain, silly
So yesterday I was joking around that I'm immune to elemental damage from garlic, anchovies, and peppers except for my right heel, because that's how my mom dipped me in the baptismal bagna cauda...
...and I sent a screen shot of it to my mom.
Apparently, she drank bottle after bottle of banana pepper juiice when she was pregnant with me. It was her main craving.
I don't care if this would actually have the faintest biological effect on a fetus or their capsaicin tolerance whatsoever. I'm adding that to my personal mythology RIGHT now.
Given I maxxed out the heat scale at the local Thai place last night, I think I've earned it.