My son took me to a restaurant that featured authentic Indian cuisine.
I cooked curry at the house, and I thought that was what we were going to eat.
While he and his dad sat chowing down on the hottest food I had ever tasted, I was in agony. When the waitress came over and asked if there was something wrong with the food, I held nothing back. I asked if they had air conditioners for the mouth. She grimaced and looked at me. I told her I was sure I had blisters in my mouth because of the food. There should have been something on the menu that said how spicy the food was. I needed a mouth air conditioning unit to stop the burn. She offered me iced milk, but I couldn’t stand the feel of the ice on my tongue or palate. She asked if there was something else she could get me. She came back with a plate of plain rice, but my mouth hurt too much to eat it. The owner of the restaurant came to the table, and asked if I was okay? I showed her the blisters on my tongue. She couldn’t be more apologetic, and then she asked my husband and son about the food. They were sweating, but enjoying the burn. I told her I would feel better if they had air conditioning to cool my mouth down. She brought me a small fan that blew wet air. I sprayed the cold water in my mouth for almost five minutes before the heat subsided. Without the fan, I wouldn’t have been able to talk; my mouth was hurting so much.