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I always relented when you tried to put cayenne pepper in the dishes you made for me. *Spicy things open up the taste-buds* you lectured. And no matter how much I'd poke your shoulders you always managed to put a pinch in. I claimed to hate it. This morning I poured hot salsa onto my breakfast and ate it without a problem.
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
Cayenne Heart.
I always relented when you tried to put cayenne pepper in the dishes you made for me. *Spicy things open up the taste-buds* you lectured. And no matter how much I'd poke your shoulders you always managed to put a pinch in. I claimed to hate it. This morning I poured hot salsa onto my breakfast and ate it without a problem.
(c) Brooke Otto
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
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