El Diablo

The Elf Hive is a group of Jimmy's roommates from college. Their apartment number was L5, this the title of their band of buddies. Friday night, we had a 3/5 Elf Hive gathering at our house for pizza, wings, and good times before our floor is covered in baby paraphernalia. Brett brought some of her super-hot little peppers called El Diablos. Don't be fooled by their small peppery stature, these things are a way up there on the Scoville scale. Obviously, they could not remain on the table unchallenged. Jimmy and Kyle stepped up to the plate, committing to half a pepper each.

Kyle consumed his specimen with professionalism and confidence.

Jimmy was somewhat more timid at first, but then threw caution to the wind and threw it down with gusto!

Kyle remained calm and after a modest flush to the cheeks and a swig of beer, he was back to tackling the chicken wings.

Jimmy stayed strong. Though sweat beaded upon his forehead, he did not show any signs of weakness. He found, however, that the remaining half of his beer was not enough to rid his mouth of the evil capsaicinoids. He chased the beer with two pints of milk to vanquish them.

Looks like Kyle took this round! If I know my husband, he will not go down without a fight. The saga will continue and I daresay heighten at the next 5/5 Elf Hive gathering. Stay tuned.