Hot Sauce

I woke up this morning thinking of hot sauce. I don't know why but it got me thinking.
I was having my hair cut last week and hot sauce was the topic of discussion. The hairdresser said he was too white to eat hot stuff. I thought I had heard wrong but no. It's P.C. to say you are too white for something. So I say it here. I am too white for hot sauce. It's not for want of trying either. I have offspring who have tongues of teflon and can put and do put any hot sauce known to man down their gullets. They could take up a second career as fireaters at Cirque de Soleil.
The Austrians who are known for their sweets are mad things for hot sauce. They sell it in tubes to spread on their brot in case there is nothing else. They put it on spicy salami sandwiches. They dip their eggs in it. I once took what I thought was a cherry out of a jar of dill pickles, watched intently by the Austrian family I had married into. As soon as it touched my lips I knew I was in trouble.
"I thought it was a cherry "I mumbled through the rising blisters.The Austrians looked at each other.So the English put cherries in their pickles was the thought bubble over their heads. Uhnnn....
Now the really odd thing about all this is that I can eat Keene's mustard which the English use to adorn roast beef and thick ham sarnies.The Austrian amongst us hates this stuff.He says it is too hot and has no taste.What taste?The chili peppers he has been eating for years have sheered off his tastebuds.
Now we have a card carrying Korean in the family and are learning the true dimensions of hot. Well the fire eaters are. I know my limits and they are baby's kim chi and I am more than happy to keep the babies company while we eat it.