Showing posts with label the last dab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the last dab. Show all posts

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Who likes the spice? by Jenn McKinlay

Jenn McKinlay: I was born and raised in Connecticut, the land of collars worn up, sockless Docksiders on,  and microbrewery ale with a side of steak and potatoes. Back in the 80's we were not known for being spicy. I've been away for awhile so it could be that it's become more adventurous in the habanero arts, but I'm willing to bet it's still nothing like the state I ended up in, Arizona, with its love of all things HOT, HOTTER, HOTTEST.

One of my favorite memories is of trying to eat the "suicide wings" served at the infamous Long Wong's on Mill Ave in Tempe, which is sadly no longer there. My brother and sister-in-law were visiting and while we sat outside listening to Dead Hot Workshop play, the bro and I turned redder than the sauce we were consuming and some tears and snot were involved while my sis-in-law didn't even break a sweat. Respect! I think I burned a hole in my stomach that day. 

A few years ago, my nephews and the hooligans brought me up to speed on a YouTube show called Hot Ones. Celebrities visit master interviewer Sean Evans and consume 10 wings of increasing hotness while answering his questions. 

Sean Evans

I'm not sure what it says about me that I enjoy watching these people suffer, but I do. Even better, though, the interviews are fantastic! Sean asks insightful point blank questions, and you come out feeling like you really know the subject, plus, you get to see if they can handle the heat. My personal favorite thus far  being Paul Rudd:




Naturally, for the holidays, I felt compelled to give a bottle of the 10th hot sauce on the show called The Last Dab to both my nephews and the hooligans to burn the taste of 2020 out of our mouths. Yes, even though I can't handle the heat, I'll always try. Hot sauce masochist!



My review: It was surprisingly flavorful but then I was consumed in flame and blacked out for a bit. Clearly, you can take the girl out of CT but you can't take the CT out of the girl. Pass the potatoes, please.  

So, how about it, Reds and Readers, how hot can you handle it?