I lived in Mexico for two years when I was a kid, and I hated chiles back then; but I remember this time we went for a breakfast meeting at my construction job,when I was in my twenties, and the waitress comes up to me and asks me if I wanted some Tabasco sauce. The fact that I'm Hispanic might have been her tipoff; but she didn't ask anybody else that. And it's not like I ordered huevos rancheros or anything like that. I ordered like pancakes and scrambled eggs, because they didn't even make huevos rancheros there. It's funny to me.
These days I won't eat a cheesesteak sandwich without Jalapeños, and I won't eat green mangoes, or what we call arrayán down here (I say down here, because the same name has been assigned to different fruits in different countries. What I'm referring to is like a guava; but smaller. If you cut it, its insides are whiter, and it tastes more sour than a guava). Without a healthy dose of ashuaiste (that's shucked and ground up pumpkin seeds,Which is a little weird; because I don't see any pumpkin patches anywhere around here. Even though it's almost Halloweeny time) and habañero sauce.
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