In the 80s, when I had a telly, I saw a documentary about Mexicans being macho about chilli, proving to each other how hot they were able to endure the level of spiciness, often to the point of going far beyond the normal person's threshold of pain.
In my younger days, I was considered a wimp at home for being the one least able to take the heat.
I remember an occasion when a fish curry was served for dinner. I had to have a bowl of water by my dinner plate -- for rinsing off some of the spiciness first.
(Mexico, 1980s; Singapore, 1960s)
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