My Darling Wife and I were making a salsa roja today with chili piquin. The first step is grinding the dried chilis in my stone mortar & pestle, and adding garlic and grinding some more until it is a paste. Sometimes a small fleck of the chili skin flips out of the mortar.
Evidently, the skin of a whole chili got knocked out of there without us noticing it. After the salsa was made, #1 braved a taste and required a quick dose of milk to put out the mouth fire it caused. It was fortunate that the cup of milk was still on standby, because #3 came around with some "I don't want this in my mouth at all" expression on his face and he spit the whole chili skin out before I could finish telling him to.
Cliffs: #3 was grazing on the floor and ate the dried skin of a whole, tiny, red, very hot chili. He keeps reinforcing for himself what the concept of "spicy" means. He's got more respect for spicy than hot at this point. You might guess why.
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