It started out innocently enough:
a little black pepper on my scrambled eggs, once in a while;
extra jalapenos on my nachos more often than not;
increasing amounts of hot Chinese mustard on—everything.
Then one day, I woke up and realized I was sneaking 8 bucks out of my purse every week to slink down to the local steakhouse and buy my own bottle of Professor Death's 20 Alarm Unholy Essence of Pure Hades Chili Sauce - Extra Strength, shamefully wrapped in a fireproof brown paper bag.
Oh, the horror.
Oh well. Who's for tacos?!
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