Spitting hot fire

September 8, 2010 in hot pepper eating contest

Training for my next event, a hot pepper eating contest, has taken me to a new level of discomfort.

Against my better judgment, I gave myself a preview of the final round of the contest by eating an orange habañero. If you’ve never tried one, imagine swallowing a box of fireworks.

Better yet, just watch my reaction.

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September 8, 2010 at 9:49 PM

Brad Wann

“Burning Man”

September 8, 2010 at 10:01 PM

Steven

Did you ever know that you’re my hero?

September 8, 2010 at 10:01 PM

Kyle

You sir, are my hero.

September 9, 2010 at 2:41 AM

Andy Dunlop

I love the wifes question.

Q. Does one have to chew or could you swallow whole? I recognise that whilst this may impact the inital pain phase I hate to think of the next mornings impact.

Nick name suggestion for this event “Iron Man”.

September 9, 2010 at 8:42 AM

Bil

You should start a contest to create the most vivid description/metaphor of what it’s like to taste an orange habanero…though I did like your charcoal and gasoline analogy.

September 9, 2010 at 9:07 AM

Lauri

I am still laughing — you are amazing. Better question…. are you still ok now with all that oil INSIDE you?

September 9, 2010 at 9:20 AM

Anyone Can Enter

Andy: I don’t think there’s a rule about chewing vs. swallowing, but I definitely think that swallowing one of those firebombs whole would be like committing colonic suicide. Maybe give this a try for yourself and let me know?

Bil: My new analogy for eating an orange habanero: It’s like eating two firecrackers. The first fuse is short and causes an explosion in your mouth after about 30 seconds. The second fuse is much longer and causes an explosion in your downstairs bathroom around 8 a.m. the next morning.

Lauri: I believe my analogy should answer your question.

September 9, 2010 at 3:12 PM

Uncle Rob

I got a haircut today, Jon, and I told my barber about you and Anyone Can Enter. Eddie thought it was a pretty cool idea. I told him what you’ll be doing this weekend, and when I then said that I wasn’t sure where you’d be going next, Eddie said, “The emergency room, probably.” Just something to, you know, chew on.

September 10, 2010 at 9:11 AM

Carie Page