I don’t like spicy food. I’m a wuss. Mrs LeBrain knows this and usually makes sure our meals cater to my wussy tastes.
This week in her haste, she bought M&M’s Louisiana style chicken wings. In the small print it said “spicy”. She didn’t notice, but “Louisiana” caught my eye and then I noticed the wings were spicy.
“Sweety, these are spicy wings,” I told her.
“They’re the kind we usually get,” she retorted.
I replied “Are you sure? I don’t remember ever seeing Louisiana on the package before.” She’s 1/4 Indian and likes things a lot spicier than I do. But, she was fairly sure we’d bought these wings before and that I liked them. So, stupidly, I cooked the whole box.
I’m sure you can tell where I’m going with this. I ate one wing. Then I was running to the fridge, drinking milk straight from the carton, doing whatever I could to sooth the burning in my wussy mouth. You know what works even better than milk? Table cream. I swallowed a mouth full.
So here we have comedy of errors. Jen can be forgiven for thinking she bought the right wings, but I was a dunderhead for cooking them all! Now she has to finish them! Good thing she likes spicy.