It was particularly brave as I wouldn't even sniff the jar.
Once it was smeared over some chicken kebabs and cooked though it turned out to be not as bad as expected. Dad managed to eat the kebabs and even when I got to try some it went the way of all chicken, no questions, just wolfed down. When it comes to chicken it doesn't matter what's been done to it, I just love it!
Dad was a bit hesitant at first but as it ends up pretty much blackened on the barbecue all that it tasted of was hot peppers - after a while the aftertaste made it even hotter. But it was edible at least.
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