When I was in my 20s, I would ask for two whole hands of jalapeños on a sub. Well, my catcher’s-mitt-sized hands, that is. Along with all the normal fixin’s. Like, the jalapeños would make up more than half of each sub’s non-bread contents.
And I would frequently eat two of these monstrosities in a single sitting.
I would often have the staff put more and more on because as Filipino ladies, their hands were tiny AF, and they couldn’t imagine eating subs like that. So they were always starting out with 10-20 slices scattered along the entire sub and I was like, “NO. Grab an entire fistful. As much as you can grab. Put that on one end. Then repeat three more times along the sub.”
I mean, I could likely still have that amount of jalapeños on a sub. But I would be stuffed after just one sub, these days. The hollow leg of my youth vanished during my fifth decade, and I’ve been inconsolable ever since.
When I was in my 20s, I would ask for two whole hands of jalapeños on a sub. Well, my catcher’s-mitt-sized hands, that is. Along with all the normal fixin’s. Like, the jalapeños would make up more than half of each sub’s non-bread contents.
And I would frequently eat two of these monstrosities in a single sitting.
I would often have the staff put more and more on because as Filipino ladies, their hands were tiny AF, and they couldn’t imagine eating subs like that. So they were always starting out with 10-20 slices scattered along the entire sub and I was like, “NO. Grab an entire fistful. As much as you can grab. Put that on one end. Then repeat three more times along the sub.”
I mean, I could likely still have that amount of jalapeños on a sub. But I would be stuffed after just one sub, these days. The hollow leg of my youth vanished during my fifth decade, and I’ve been inconsolable ever since.
Damn. That doesn’t sound too “weird,” per se, but I do mourn for your digestive tract.