To preface, I am not nor have I ever been a fan of super hot spicy food. I used to not like any spicy-ness, but then I had what I call “the Wasabi incident” and all that changed. If you ever see me in person, be sure to ask me about the “Wasabi” incident, for it is an amusing tale.

But since then, I have developed an affinity for spicy. To a point. I’m still not a fan of spicy to the point where all you can taste is heat and not flavor. Probably the highest I go is in the vicinity of Sriracha and possibly habanero.

I have become a bit of a connoisseur of hot chicken. I like it with a bit of a kick but again not where all I can taste is hot. I have yet to go beyond the medium level of spicy. I really have no desire to go to the point of spicy to the point of cussing, if you catch my drift.

I’ve noticed that hot is relative. Hattie B’s medium is equivalent to Bolton’s mild. I’m not kidding. I had Bolton’s hot chicken at the mild level and was sweating like a Calvinist in a Pentacostal revival service. It was at the utmost limits of my spicy tolerance level.

But I’d like to try it again if they’re still around.