Heat- by Michael Snyder
Probably the question I’ve been asked more than any other in the course of my adult life is: ¿comes picante? Do you eat spicy food?
For many years – the entirety of my childhood and adolescence, in fact – the answer to that question was no. I grew up in a largely Jewish suburb outside Baltimore so completely devoid of diversity that my own genes – a pale cocktail of my father’s Russian-Jewish lineage and my protestant mother’s Irish-French-Scandinavian DNA – made us comparatively exotic…
