I’m not going to put any of this in perspective for you so that you can be as unsuspecting a victim as I was.
The Swede and his daughter took me to a market and they each proceeded to fill a bag with at least a kilo of sweets from the bulk candy bins.
They bought everything from chocolate to salted licorice to candy.
We got back to The Swede’s house and I was in the kitchen chopping onions when The Swede walked up to me and stretched out his hand.
In his palm was one glorious, chocolate truffle, dusted in even more choclate.
I gobbled it up.
And that’s when I learned my lesson.
Because I wasn’t eating a chewy, delicious morsel of chocolate.
I was eating a Chili Kugler spicy chocolate.
On a spiciness scale of 1 – 15, this was rated a 15.
Now, you might think it was mean of The Swede to trick me like ths.
But actually he warned me about it earlier.
I just forgot in light of our recent trip to the candy aisle.
So there I am, slurping water from the kitchen faucet, begging The Swede for milk with drool pouring off my throbbing tongue.
The good news is that all was no lost.
The Swede and his daughter and had a rip roaring time watching me slowly recover from my spicy adventure.
But let it be known that when The Swede says he has a spicy treat for you, HE MEANS IT!