HOTTEST HOT SAUCE

​This will be a short blog post. However.

Pilipili.

This sauce. THIS FREAKING SAUCE. 

I’m Puerto Rican, so it’s no surprise that I enjoy spicy food. We were eating dinner last night, when somebody brought a BIG bowl of orange sauce to the table. They called it Pilipili and said to try it. It was a large bowl, I figured if we were to eat it in large quantities it couldn’t be that hot. Right? I took a dip.

BIG mistake.

One pea-sized dab. That stuff was HOT. It stays with you for a while - initially it was an intense burn, but it lingered with me LONG after the initial burn, and nothing would help - not rice, not bread, not fruit, not ice cream.

Yeah. Tongue, lips, throat, everywhere. It’s HOT. 

The real indicator is that I was so distracted I forgot to get a picture of the infernal sauce. Probably for the best, it might trigger traumatic memories.

If I bring home a mysteriously tiny container of sauce, stay away from it. You have been warned.