I'm still working my way through a bottle of "Da Bomb".
Fun "heat" story though....
A friend of mine was suddenly homeless because her bf had quit his job (read: was fired) and was spending every day at the bar spending their savings. He thought that THAT was a better idea than actually communicating with her, but that's another story. Long story short, i took her in. I put my munchkins together in one room for a while, told her the ground rules (no parties when the kids are around, buy your own food, etc.) and let her move into the back bedroom. She turned out to be quite the freak. She'd try to "trick" us into cooking for her and picking up after her. She also had the habit of coming home, seeing a prepared meal and just helping herself!
So, one week when the rug-rats were with their mother, Kelsey and i made wings.....HOT wings. This sauce was so spicy that I
winced a bit when i sampled it, and trust me....i like HOT
! So i grilled the wings outside just before she was about to get home from work. I put my death sauce on them and let it suck up all that nice mesquite flavor for about 10 minutes and let the sauce get all nice and condensed and sticky. Kelsey and i each put about 10 on out plates with some bleu cheese dressing and veggies. As soon as she got home she said "Oh! Wings!" and helped herself so we started eating.
She took one bite, made some kind of half-choking/half-yelping sound and spit the bit out! She was clawing at her tongue, wiping her nose and eyes, and demanding to know why we'd done that to her! We pointed out that ours were just as hot and she said "b*llsh*t" so i offered her one of mine and the pain started all over again!
Moral of the story.....When we say hot we mean HOT