When it comes to steak, I like mine rare. This is always a problem for Mark since he likes his the consistency of charred shoe leather, and it requires him to prepare our steaks differently. In fact, if there is even a hint of pink in Marks steak, he freaks out and throws it away.
We have other differences in taste that have also caused problems. For instance, I have a palate that cannot stand, spicy hot, foods, while Mark puts hot sauce on almost everything, eggs, potatoes, grits. He even puts hot sauce on hot peppers. I can't imagine what the lining of his stomach looks like. It probably has the same texture as his steaks.
Once in a while Mark tries to slip one past me, like last night, when he made delicious enchiladas with slow cooked pork and poblano peppers. I sat down to dinner and started to dig in. It was so good that I was half way through the first enchilada before I realized that my tongue was on fire, and hot embers were burning in my stomach. My first reaction was, 'maybe it isn't so spicy, I'll just eat more slowly'. By the time I was through with the enchilada, sweat was rolling down my neck and tears were welling up in my eyes.
Mark swears that the peppers he used were mild and he removed all the seeds, but what he doesn't say is how much hot sauce he might have put in it. All I know, is that I have been to the bathroom twice already today, and it is quite possible that I have an idea for an alternative fuel source for automobiles. I just don't know how to get it into the fuel tank.