Back when I was in highschool I brought home chili from work which I had added a lot of Cholula to as I liked. I set it on the dining room table sealed in the container while I went to my room to change. In the midst of changing I hear a yell from the other end of the house. It’s my mother screaming “Are you trying to kill me?!?!” Neither of my parents tolerate spicy foods well. It’s still a story I love to tell and to needle my mom with.