Meet Russel Hawkins. He loves to vape. He grows chilis, and has a freshly ground bag of Carolina Reapers. Do you see where this is going?
I had to make a tough call the other day when serving drinks on a cold November evening. Every cocktail I considered was fruity and frivolous—not appropriate for dinner guests huddling in depressing post-time-change darkness. Then I remembered: Liquid antibiotics.
Pain. Tears. Hurt. Agony. Numbness. Burning hell. When an entire orchestra decides to make the questionable life decision to all eat the world's hottest chili peppers at the same time and then perform a song, all of that and more happens to them. For us watching though? It's just funny as hell.
If you rode a mountain bike in the 1980s or 90s, suspension was just a dream—something only the rich kids could afford. Gradually, though, it became a must-have feature for serious trail riders. It began with shocks in the front fork, and later evolved to full suspension with shocks on both wheels—and eventually,…
Only food prudes are afraid to dabble with a little hot sauce occasionally. But why do any of us enjoy it at all? Capsaicin, the chemical behind hotness, causes your brain to literally think your tongue is on fire.