when i was young, i idolized my older sister. the problem was, we were mortal enemies. she would fart on my pillow before going to bed and i'd have to air it out for 5 days; i'd wait until she was asleep and stealthily crawl to her bed in the darkness and scare the crap out of her.
anyway, so i idolized her and would basically do anything she did or said. she got a hold of hershey's miniatures one day and she and her friends tried to get me to eat them with tabasco on 'em. i saw them put the tabasco sauce on, i could see it in a little puddle on top of the chocolate. but they kept on saying that there was nothing on it, so i believed them and ate the tabasco-topped chocolate.
and that is why i hate tabasco sauce.
ps: i just want to point out, once again, that i'm from minnesota. tabasco, to me, is like hot fiery burning hell. kinda like black pepper. and even salt sometimes.
by: jaimehotdish