I once complained to the wifey that the buffalo wings were never hot enough.
Dear wifey went to the local farmer’s market and purchased a Jamaican concoction with scotch bonnet mash as the main ingredient, not out of guile mind you.
I’m reclining in the ole’ recliner, wifey dear brings the wings and some golden fries and a cold libation.
I took one bite of dear wifey’s buffalo wings and was paralyzed, lapsed into an altered state, and had to fetch my weapon of choice, hold the gun to my head to finish the rest.
Later, I read the label. Simply stated, “add one drop per gallon of chili.”
I no longer complain about hot wings.
LOL! You wouldn’t believe what my bf does to Hamburger Helper, or Top Ramen. My son is getting there. He made deep fried potato wedges, and had to make a seperate batch for me. He and my bf wolfed down the diabolical batch, and sucking down Natty Ice.