I have a story also. Elder Rodriguez was 26 and from East Los Angeles, quite accustomed to spicy foods. I told him about my bottle of Dave's, but he mocked my description of its heat. I dipped a toothpick in it and told him to put a little on his tongue, but he snickered and said, "give me a tortilla chip." So I did, and he smothered his chip with it, and ate. He began taking deep breaths, commented on how it was the hottest he'd ever had, and of course drank and drank before leaving.
A half hour later, he asked us to go over and give him a blessing.
|