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Now, if your reading this blog, you must be a fan of hot foods in some way. Which should also mean that your familiar with the heat level of Dave’s Original Insanity Sauce. In case your not, Original Insanity clocks in at 51,000 scoville units. Original Tabasco is only a mere 2,500 scoville units. So you could say Dave’s Original Insanity is 20 times hotter then Tabasco. Go the the Sweat ‘N Spice page on Scoville Units for more information.
Now, Dave also has Dave’s Ultimate Insanity, which comes in at about 90,000 scoville units. Thats almost 40 times hotter the Tabasco!
I always have a good chuckle when I find or hear some painful hot sauce story, yes it’s mean, but I’ve done my fair share of stupid hot sauce tricks, so I feel pretty deserving of my laughter. In fact I’ve got another stupid hot sauce trick plannned for this weekend, but that’s another post.
So onto the point of this post. Check out Simon’s post about his Hot Hot Sauce experience. He has lived to tell the tale and most definately has a new found respect for hot sauces. He recalls a dare that a few friends put him up to, as I’m sure all of my readers have experienced more then once. And if you haven’t, well then you need to get yourself a bottle of really hot sauce and put yourself to the test. Call it a hot sauce initiation.
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Posted by: Nick Lindauer - Categories: Hot Sauce Stuff
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We played a trick on a friend using Ulitmate Insanity, managed to convince a mate it wasn’t that hot and he had a tablespoon full. He was pale, sweating and shaking with his head under the tap for 20 minutes. At one point he begged for an ambulance. Certainly not something anyone would do again!
Oh the horror…..the horror.
I’d gone to the Fiery Foods Fest in Alb and had partaken of of Dave’s Ultimate Insanity samples several times. On my way out, seeing that Dave had freed himself of his straight-jacket, I convencied him to hit me up with a rather large dollop on a cracker and proceeded out the door with my eyes watering, a goofy grin and general feeling of greatness. Yea verily, quickly did I soon now feel the burn and the greatness became agony, and all thoughts turned to quinching the fire. I drank 3 12oz cartons of milk on the way home and the pain was a pleasant memory as I opened my door. But soon nature called and as I stood manly and proud, a smile upon my face as the pressure on my bladder eased, I began to squirm and wiggle, eyebrows raised in puzzlement…. it burns, it aches, it’s getting damn hot and really painful, it’s never done that before!
And it never has since…….
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Oh man, hot food/sauce stories. Yeah, those are cool & cruel & funny. It’s okay to laugh at someone in this arena.
The only time I had a hot sauce that was so hot I wouldn’t ever have it again was when my sister brought back a gaggle of jars from New Orleans (she’d lived there for a handful of years). I don’t remember the name, but it was nearly black and quite thick. I remember only having a dots worth, I’d been down that road before and knew any more could very well make the next hour miserable at best. This hot sauce was weird though, not only did it do to my mouth what your linked person went though, but my skull was expanding. My skull was persperating uncontrollably and my eyes were literally blulging, I could FEEL them bulge. So, along with taking out my taste buds and any living organism in my mouth, it messed with my head as well. I had no problem dealing with the fact the gift from New Orleans was for my father, not me. Too cool.
Biggles